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Ger says he likes Kilkenny
Kenny says he likes Kildare
And I've been wasted by far too many
I've been out behind all the shops there
And you're not Holden anymore, you're the kid that beat him up
That soft-shoe talking taco talk
That morning TV stuff
And loose lips are for losers
And you're all out of fun
Bright October fades away as you're waiting for the band to come
So I rode right off the ring road
And saw you lingering on the ledge
Of your bungalow bedroom window
Where you were checking your privelege
And you're not Phoebe anymore
Your face lights up your phone
At 3.05 in your tarmac drive
But no-one hears you moan
'cause loose lips are for losers
And you're all out of fun
Bright October fades away as you're waiting for the man to come
So Ger turned to Kilkenny
And Kenny turned into a jerk
You don't see much of them anymore
It was never gonna work
There's a cat climbing in a fender
There's a lost child in the lane
There's an envelope marked "Return to sender"
But you open it all the same
All the same
And loose lips are for losers
And you're all out of fun
Bright October fades away as you're waiting for the man to come
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Sweet Galway
04:00
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You said you left your coat there
Out behind Anatomy
Where they tested your capacity
How many more times?
And if you had a seizure
Somewhere in Monageisha
And some dirty boys were to see you
How many more times?
And oh, I think you know what's on my mind
On those swings on which we'd sit and dream of how it's meant to be
And sweet Galway
It rained and rained for seven days
And horizontal lines spun out from your imagination
And every time I must return to you
And feel the broken promise burning through
Well I've nothing more to say to you
How many more times?
And oh, I think you know what's on my mind
In those letters that I wrote that spoke of mediocrity
And sweet Galway
It rained and rained for seven days
And horizontal lines spun out from your imagination
And oh, I think I know what's on your mind
In those letters that you wrote that spoke of all mundanity
And sweet Galway
It rained and rained for seven days
And horizontal lines spun out from your imagination
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Lie Ins Dublin, Ireland
Lie Ins are Mike, Ruan and Mark. We've had one album called Death to Lie Ins, which was amazing. We've released a bunch of singles, which are all even more amazing. Check them all out. If we continue on this trajectory, I dunno, beatification has to be on the cards. ... more
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