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Today I drove to Killaloe and I thought of you Drifting through the hills of Spain Oh God I'd love to see you again I crossed the bridge to Ballina and there you are At least it looks like you in the rain outside the crowded bar But what would you be doing here when you're far too busy wrestling with your own fear But it wasn't me who smashed your heart remember in the first place Now I'm glad that I'm packing for New York to get away It'll do me good Oh it'll sort me out, so my friends say But will we never walk the hills of Tipperary or look across at Clare Standing so close together in the evening how can it be fair You see I just can't turn this stuff off 'Cause you took the key When you left that Sunday morning you know you stole a part of me... So next time I drive to Killaloe remind Letras de cancionesme not to think of you Have you grown your hair? Do you still smoke? Have you kissed someone...else? Today I drove to Killaloe and I missed you... C'mon now pull yourself together, take a deep breath, count from one to ten From Letras Mania