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Boarded a plane on Easter Sunday
And Dublin bound were three
Our bags were packed with music and dreams
And wanderings waiting to be freed
And somewhere across the great Atlantic
My heart started beating fast
For we were bound for opportunity and music
And pints and our share of laughs

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And those spiral histories, haunting melodies
that won’t let me sleep
We would walk the ancient roads
See the things we’d never known
Yet we’d feel like we’re home
Home for the Dublin Three

Falcone and Captain held the helm of Sir Richard
And driving on the left was quite a trip!
We met a crazy cat on a motorbike named Evan
who gave me his guitar with a wink and a little kiss
And my heart started racing again
As the pieces fell into place
On the road to Carlow to Cork
we found kind folks with a smile on their face

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Tiptoeing through rainbows
What happens when all your dreams come true

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