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Sinead O Connor She Who Dwells Disk2

you made me the thief Of your heart Winter is cold Oh, but you're colder still And for the first time I feel like you're mine I'll share you with the one Who

I have seen the lark soar high at morn Heard his song up in the blue I have heard the blackbird pipe his note The thrush and the linnet too But there

living with u baby was sometimes hard But I'm willing to give it another try Nothing compares Nothing compares 2 u Nothing compares Nothing compares 2 u Nothing compares Nothing compares 2

John I love you I'm ever so fond of you Will you wait for me 'Til I am heavenly Oh there's much work to do But I love you Oh you're tender Your name

There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin Well myself and a hundred more, to America sailed o

grown Fire on Babylon Oh yes a change has come Fire on Babylon Fire Fire Fire She's taken everything I liked She's taken every lover oh And all along she

Last night I went to see my love, and to hear what she might say. To see if she'd take pity on me, lest I might go away. She said, "I love that Irish