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Bagatelle

Bagatelle

Summer In Dublin

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Take me away from the city and lead me to where i can be on my own,
i wanted to see it, and now that i have, i want just to be left alone,
i'll always remember your kind words, and i'll still remember your name,
but i've seen you changing and turning, and i know that things won't be the same.

i remember that summer in dublin, and the liffey as it stank like hell,
and the young people walking on grafton street, and everyone looking so well,
i was singing a song i heard somewhere, called "rock'n'roll never forgets",
when my hummin' was smothered by a 46a and the scream of a lowªflying jet.
so i jumped on a bus to dun laoire, stoppin' off to pick up my guitar,
and a drunk on the bus told me how to get rich. i was glad we weren't goin' too far.

so i'm leavin' on wednesday morning tryin' to find a place where i can hear
the tunes of the birds and the sea on the rocks, where open roads always are near,
and if sometimes i tire of the quiet, and i want to walk back up that hill,
i'll just get on the road and stick out my thumb. i know that you'll be there still.

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