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Ellyll
03:22
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Si Bheag Si Mhor
02:04
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Rain it pours once again
Train's delayed, once again
I sit here I don't know what to do
Just sit here with no one to talk to
I'll get there when get there
I just need to pass the time
Don't worry I'll be fine
I just need to pass the time
All I want to do
Is make it home to all of you
But thoughts begin to stir
I can't stop thinking about her
Rain still pours, how apt
Rich with time I'll adapt
So it starts, how is she?
As ever: why doesn't she want me?
How does it take so long
To finally get over someone
And just when you start to feel sane
Someone comes and it happens all over again
All I want to do
Is make it home to all of you
But here what have I done?
I can't stop thinking of someone
I can't stop thinking of someone
I can't stop thinking of someone
I just wish you were no one
I can't stop thinking of someone
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5. |
Windscreen Wipers
05:34
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Fourth time's the charm, or so it seems
DVSA says you're worthy
Yet my eyes just fill with tears
'Cause you're not here after so many years
Where are the windscreen wipers for my eyes
Where's the coolant for my emotions
Where's the pressure for my body's tyres
Where's the diesel to my heart?
Missed the bus, how ironic
Start to walk, then breakdown
The cost to fuel up is just too high
Tears drop like rain from the sky
Where are the windscreen wipers for my eyes
Where's the coolant for my emotions
Where's the pressure for my body's tyres
Where's the diesel to my heart?
'Cause I'm running on empty
There's nothing left in me
No one I can turn to
No sunset drive for me
I'm running on empty
Just pain and misery, no horizon left to see
I should feel a sense of achievement
Go celebrate at a bar
But now the reality is facing me
That without you I can't afford a car
Where are the windscreen wipers for my eyes
Where's the coolant for my emotions
Where's the pressure for my body's tyres
Where's the diesel to my heart?
Where are the windscreen wipers for my eyes
Where are the windscreen wipers for my eyes
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Clarity
05:09
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Sun it goes down
Day draws to a close
And I'm just sat here
Thinking what comes next
'Cause all I've considered
Is here in front to see
Though I am mindful
Is this really me?
Another day's dawned
Sun sits high in the sky
And I'm still not sure
Who this is all for
'Cause I still rememeber the depths
Of pity and self-sorrow
The days oh I've wept
Are they truly gone?
The horizon all lit up
So nearly in reach
Where did this come from
Where has it been?
Loss of a good thing
Is that all it took?
Its true what they say
You don't know you're worth
The dust cease to settle
The path it winds along
No turning back now
No reason you should
And think not of the end
And carry on through
And think ill of the dead
And realise something true
The horizon all lit up
So nearly in reach
Where did this come from
Where has it been?
Loss of a good thing
Is that all it took?
Its true what they say
You don't know you're worth
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7. |
Planxty Irwin/Inisheer
02:56
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8. |
Moran's Return
02:59
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