I was born in the heart of Dublin
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To a Holy book full of rules
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Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools
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We were warped by the Christian Brothers
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In the cell blocks at our schools
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Get a handprint on your skin
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Before you break their rules
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Go hit me now
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That I'm twice your size
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Brushed off the accusations
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And bowed before your lies
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This is the city that raised me
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With the religion they gave me
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Now I'm old enough to know my own mind
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And it was leaving that saved me
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I seen so much that has changed me
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Just break with your past
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Feed your own mind
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This Irish son has moved with the times
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Weddings deaths or baptizing children
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That's my debt paid to the church
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I don't need that kind of salvation
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When I get hurt
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Don't fill my head with sermons
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And force me to believe
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This is the city that raised me
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With the religion they gave me
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Now I'm old enough to know my own mind
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But it was leaving that saved me
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I seen so much that has changed me
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Just break with your past
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Feed your own mind
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Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times
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Our father who art in heaven
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Come down here and make your presence known
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We can't do it on our own
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The lunatics let run the asylum
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How can we find peace inside your home
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When you can't trust your own
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This is the city that raised me
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With the religion they gave me
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Now I'm old enough to know my own mind
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But it was leaving that saved me
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I've seen so much that has changed me
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So just break with your past
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Feed your own mind
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Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times
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Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times
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Irish Son
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Brian McFadden |