notre dame
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Notre Dame will win the game
Cause gold & blue
Is nothing new
And the golden dome
Will take them home
To blue delight
Where Irish fight
Oh, how quick they were to try and suffocate the flames
On the sacred, seasoned, sanctuary known as Notre Dame.
Oh, how the people stared and sobbed and frowned and asked God why
I have a free soul
Or rather, I am a free soul
Or rather, I used to be.
They tied me down one day, before I could protest
And muzzled me with their thick paws of greed
