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Ballad of Killaloe

B Kennedy

Today I drive to Killaloe and I thought of you,
drifting through the hills of Spain oh god I’d love to see you again 
So I crossed the bridge to Ballina and there you are, at least it looked like you in the rain outside the crowded bar 
But what would you be doing here when you’re far too busy wrestling with your own fear but it wasn’t me who smashed your heart in the first place 

Now I’m glad that I’m packing for New York to get away

it’ll do me good oh it’ll sort me out so my friends say
But will we never walk the hills of Tipperary or look across at Clare,

standing so close together in the evening how can it be fair 

You see I just can't turn this stuff off cause you took the key when you left that Sunday morning you know you kept a part of me oh
So next time I drive to Killaloe remind me not to think of you,

have you grown your hair do you still smoke, have you kissed someone ..else 

Today I drove to Killaloe and I missed you,

ah c’mon now pull yourself together, take a deep breath count from 1 to 10 

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