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I hung up me guns;
But for you, you cunt
Iâll take âem down
Donât push me
Iâm at the end of my tether
I love peace, love, freedom
You love neither.
Iâll give you a bit oâ Irish
âCause we know how to war
You might know aggression, oppression
But weâve whipped that beforeâŠ
I hung up me guns;
But for you, you cunt
Iâll take âem down
Donât push meâŠ
I lov...
Monday 23rd November 2009 4:18 pm
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