Lyrics:
a bar Close to where those mortar bombs Blew up a bank We sit in glumness And we toast To Caledonia and its hallions Hallions! Ah those sweet Derry girls
ain’t sober Nestled in glumness, I really need a shoulder Feel like I’m drowning and I’m lost at sea Still floating in this ocean need to stop and breath
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