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There is a time and a place, where I run

Way up on Scrabo Hill

I pray for my future, I bleed for my past

Way up on Scrabo Hill

All promises I made there

This one was made to last

Ohhhhhhh

Take me home

Mountains of Mourne, won’t tell anyone

They’re keeping secrets buried deep with lies (buried deep with lies)

All these years forever drawn, to the town where blood was born

Watch the Belfast Confetti raining down

Raining down

The Belfast Confetti’s raining down

Raining down

Raining hard, fast, it’s raining cold

Raining down

The Belfast Confetti’s raining down

Raining down

Hard, cold into my soul

Raining down

Raining down

There’s a time and a place, where I know

Way up on Scrabo Hill

Where the grace of God and guns won’t echo

Way up on Scrabo Hill

Where the memories are ghosts

That don’t haunt me anymore

Ohhhhhhh

Take me home

Mountains of Mourne, won’t tell anyone

They’re keeping secrets buried deep with lies (buried deep with lies)

All these years forever drawn, to the town where blood was born

Watch the Belfast Confetti raining down

Raining down

The Belfast Confetti’s raining down

Raining down

Raining hard, fast, it’s raining cold

Raining down

The Belfast Confetti’s raining down

Raining down

Hard, cold into my soul

Raining down

The Belfast Confetti’s raining down

Raining down

Raining down

My wonderland, my Holy Ground

Forged in blood, lay all my troubles down

Revelations near, hit them with a stone

Be a part of me

And I’ll never walk alone

Watch the Belfast Confetti raining down

Raining down

The Belfast Confetti’s raining down

Raining down

Raining hard, fast, it’s raining cold

Raining down

The Belfast Confetti’s raining down

Raining down

Hard, cold into my soul

Raining down

The Belfast Confetti’s raining down

Raining down

Raining down

Raining down

Raining down

Raining down

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