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| 2:29 | 
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THEME FROM HARRYS GAME by CLANNAD
Imtheochaidh soir is siar A dtainig ariamh An ghealach is an ghrian Fol lol the doh fol the day Fol the doh fol the day Imtheochaidh an ghealach's an ghrian An Daoine og is a chail 'na dhiadh Fol lol the doh fol the day Fol the doh fol the day Fol lol the doh fol the day Fol the doh fol the day Imtheochaidh a dtainig ariamh an duine og is a chail ne dhiadh Fol lol the doh fol the day Fol the doh fol the day Translation I will go east and go west [To the places] from whence came The moon and the sun The moon and the sun will go And the young man With his reputation behind him I will go wherever he came from - The young man with his reputation behind him |
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| 2. |
| 3:50 |
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Lookin' round and round again
That's me, oh that's me Far away on my own again A day goes by in Tower Hill Silent screams, Is there someone at the door? Light is on, lit fire round It's me, you're home Blue and grey, and seas apart Another night at Tower Hill Silent screams, Is there someone at the door? Silent screams, Silent screams, Is there someone at the door? Sit inline and count to ten Still near, right here Movin' round this empty room I'm sorry now, at Tower Hill Silent screams, Is there someone at the door? |
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| 3. |
| 2:22 |
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Ar mo tharraingt siar go Carn tSiail dom,
Go haonach bliantuil n Feil' Muire Mor Tharla an ainnir as an taobh aniar dom Is i go cianmhar 'gabhail tharam sa rod. Dar liom fein, o, gur scar mo chiall uaim Mar bheinn ag siabhran no seal ag ol, Chonacthas domhsa gur dhorcha an ghrian gheal Le taobh 'ach dealramh 'raibh ina grua mar ros. Bheannaios fein go preab don mhaighdean Agus feasbhaidh ceille ni raibh in mo ghlor, D'fhiafir me fein di 'raibh aon fhear in Eirinn A ghlacfadh si 'e roghain orm ins an rod. D'fhiafir si domhsa ca raibh mo leine, Mo bhuig, mo bheabhar, 's gan fiu na mbrog, Go mb'annamh a chonaic sise sac ma eideadh Ar fhear ag breagadh cailin og. A chuileann fainneach, ma thug me gra duit Na cuir i gcas me fa bheith gan doigh, Agus gheobhaidh tu aoibhneas ar hallai bana, Fion na Spainne gheobhair seal le hol. D'fhiafir si domhsa an mar siud ba ghnach liom Bheith ag siul na n-ardan ar bheagan stro. Is e duirt me leithi nar chleacht mise 'athrach, Ach ainnir alainn agus gloine ar bord. Nil siud ait o iochar Fhanad Nach bhfuil me i ngra le bean no dho, Bean sna Rosa thiar i Min na Manrach, O thaobh Ghleann Atha 'go dti 'n Mhucais Mhor, Dis i mBaoilleach, dis i mBaineach, Bean in Arainn 's a chois Ghaoth Dobhair, O Leitir Ceanainn go dti mullach Ghaigin 'S go Curraoin Mhanuis a chois an roid. |
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| 4. |
| 3:45 |
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You can win or lose and be excused
The sudden change of plan As a reality, it's very clear But a loser always loses in the end Always in the end (chorus) For a long time now I'm passing time Still I know somehow I'll learn to try I'm passing time You may ask for gifts, just anyone The right I'm not so sure it's anything at all For a loser is still losing in the end Losing in the end Chorus (2x) Yes, I am aware of passing time Without a care in sight I can feel the changes coming very soon And a loser won't be losing in the end Losing in the end Chorus Passing time Passing time |
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| 5. |
| 6:01 | 
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| 6. |
| 4:27 |
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Back in my schooldays, acting the fool days
One and one and one is three And the man said, "Hey, come and cut yourself a piece of the big time" Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses Never made sense to me I didn't want to be a part of the great debate on moonshine (chorus) "Stop, pay the price," they said to me "Take this advice, you're out of your head" I said, "Stop, hold the phone This has to be cut to the bone Too bad, I see red, I see red, I see red" Sly man stumbles, twists and he tumbles He always lands on his feet And he sets his face towards the far horizon Won't you come this way? Can't you go that way? But his rhythm don't miss a beat 'Cause he's doing everything he can to keep surviving "Stop, pay the price," they said to me "Take this advice, you're out of your head" chorus So who wants a riot? People should be quiet Don't we give them good TV? You can learn to love your lifetime of distraction Nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside All the way from A to Z I can live without that kind of satisfaction chorus (4x) |
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| 3:15 |
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| 8. |
| 4:06 |
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There is a place on the east
Mysterious ring, a Magical Ring of Stones The druids have lived there once they said, forgotten is the race that no-one knows. Chorus: Rum de rum 'rud a derimo Rum de rum 'rud a derimo The circled tomb of a different age Secret lines carved on ancient stone. Heroic Kings laid down to rest Forgotten is the race that no-one knows. Wait for the sun on a winter's day and a beam of light shines across the floor. Mysterious ring, a Magical Ring. But forgotten is the race that no-one knows. |
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| 2:42 |
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| 10. |
| 3:15 |
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| 11. |
| 6:22 |
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