East St Oneill

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      Someone got shot dead 'round 
here.
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      People left flowers by the 
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Ribena stains on the pavement.
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Friends, neighbours, strangers.
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A million blooms, one day dusty, 
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the next wet and ragged.
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So, guess what? I took them all 
        D
home with me
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in a wheelbarrow and filled the 
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bathroom from floor to ceiling, 
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and listen,
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       there was no devine damnation
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       no cosmic retribution.
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Once the petals wilted, I pressed 
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them all flat in the largest book 
       F#m
I've got.
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On wet days, the ghost sits in the 
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kitchen leafing through it.
Bm A F#m


         Bm A F#m
He's not grey or wraith-like,
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    but bright and solid,
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like a new bike.

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Looks at the faded colours and 
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plays the radio too loud,
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and makes a damn mess of fag butts
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 and tea leaves.