| On Grafton Street at Christmas time
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| The elbows push you 'round
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| This is not my place of memories
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| I’m a stranger in this town
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| And the faces seem familiar
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| And I know those songs they’re playin'
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| But I close my eyes and find myself
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| Five thousand miles away
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| It’s funny how my world goes round without you
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| Oh you’re the one thing I never thought
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| I could live without
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| I just found this smile to think about you
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| You’re a Saturday night
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| Far from the madding crowd
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| The buskers sing by candle light
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| In front of Bewleys Store
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| And a young nun offers me a chair
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| At a table by the door
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| And I feel compelled to tell her
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| Of the sisters that we knew
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| How when they lit their candles
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| I’d say a prayer for you
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| It’s funny how my world goes round without you
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| Oh you’re the one thing I never thought
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| I could live without
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| And I just found this smile to think about you
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| You’re a Saturday night
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| Far from the madding crowd
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| The church bells ring for holy hour
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| And I’m back out in the rain
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| It’s been twenty years or more
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| Since I last said your name
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| And I hear you live near Dallas now
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| In a house out on the plains
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| Why Grafton Street brought you to mind
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| I really can’t explain
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| It’s funny how my world goes round without you
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| You’re the one thing I never thought
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| I could live without
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| And I just found this smile to think about you
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| You’re a Saturday night
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| Far from the madding crowd
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| On Grafton Street at Christmas time
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| The elbows push you 'round
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| All I carry now are memories
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| I’m a stranger to this town |