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(Source: as heard, with help from www.sinead-oconnor.com)
| Ran down and the lady said it. |
| It got torn down |
| And the priest just said it |
| Got burned. |
| They give me five years, five years, |
| It's my turn. |
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| Ran down and the lady said it. |
| It got torn down |
| And the priest just said it |
| Got burned |
| They give me five years, five years, |
| It's my turn. |
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| Oh, Jerusalem. |
| Oh, Jerusalem. |
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| Getting tired of you doing this to me. |
| I'm gonna hit you if you say that to me |
| One more time. |
| I want to see you, |
| And you're saying you're busy. |
| I want to stop it, |
| And you said it would be easy. |
| It sure takes time. |
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| Hope your next time |
| Gonna be the last time. |
| Hope you don't two-time. |
| It'll be the best time. |
| There won't be no next time. |
| It's show time. |
| I hope you do |
| What you said |
| When you swore |
| You'd make it better, |
| Deliver all the letters |
| On time. |
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| Jerusalem. |
| Jerusalem. |
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| Jerusalem. |
| Jerusalem. |
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| Jerusalem. |
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