“You’re Paul from number 10. “
And you go, what? Paul? Paul is dead. I don’t know who you’re talking about.
I’m fuckin’ Bono. Sir fuckin’ Bono. The Edge, Larry, Lord Adam Clayton.
And we’re the greatest rock ‘n’ roll band on the north side of Dublin.
Yeah, oh yeah

Give me one more chance
And you’ll be satisfied
Give me two more chances
You won’t be denied

Well my heart is where it’s always been
My head is somewhere in between
Give me one more chance
Let me be your lover tonight

You’re the real thing
Yeah, the real thing
You’re the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Child

Give me one last chance
And I’m gonna make you sing
Give me half a chance
To ride on the waves that you bring

Well you’re honey child to a swarm of bees
Gonna blow right through you like a breeze
Give me one last dance
We’ll slide down the surface of things

You’re the real thing
Yeah, the real thing
You’re the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Child

Greatest sound in the world, still those voices in your head
Telling you you’re nothing, telling you you’re no one
Then you look around and you see Adam Clayton
Look at him
You see The Edge and he’s someone
And you feel Larry Mullen Junior and you know
The truth is not far from here
But while we wait for it to arrive
Might we agree on our drug of choice
Alcohol? Chemicals? Has been
The Holy Spirit? I hope so
But tonight, for sure it is you, it is you

You take us higher
You take us higher
You take us higher
You take us higher

Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Child

All of this can be yours

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