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With her dancing shoes on, like some furious dawnShe slips through the faces in the crowdThree sheets to the wind, I've been whiskey'd, I've been ginnedAnd I'm breaking out, I'm screaming so loudWell she's wounded, but her hair is on fireAnd she sings like an angel in the choirCan't see roses without seeing the briarsSo I had to let her goAnd she left me with those Irish EyesOh she left me with those Irish EyesThere's one thing that I remember when I was staring down the lineAll you sweethearts are just criminals in disguiseAnd the local boys, they're all screaming, like they're the last living souls aliveAnd I'm stumbling through the door like a fool tonightWell this heart's full of whickey and bluesAnd she spins in those dancing shoesIf I can't win, I'm gonna play like I can't loseSo she had to let me goAnd she left me with those Irish EyesOh she left me with those Irish EyesShe left me with those Irish EyesShe left me with those Irish Eyes From Letras Mania