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• Artiste: JC Stewart
• Titre: BT45
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Every night all the cars would race under my window Back when the letters would read BT45 I'd lie awake and just stare at the posters on my wall Of cityscapes and old guitars, and bands I loved, and music halls, yeah And oh, look what we did I think we found Everything we said we would find But now and again When it starts raining, no, I'm not complaining But I know I left my heart in Ireland Where my people still reside There in that house below the hill Where I grew up Where I wish I was still Oh, what I'd give to be there tonight See, my dad was a grocer just keeping the family tradition And my mother, she came from the city, but you couldn't tell, no My sisters and I, we had everything we could have ever needed The best days of my life were the ones that I spent with them And oh, look what we did I think we found Everything we said we would find But now and again When it starts raining, I'm not complaining But I know I left my heart in Ireland Where my people still reside There in that house below the hill Where I grew up Where I wish I was still Oh, what I'd give to be there tonight And oh And oh Woah No, oh Said, I know I left my heart in Ireland Where my people still reside There in that house below the hill Where I grew up Where I wish I was still Oh, what I'd give to be there tonight