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Lonely the wind calls |
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Over the fields |
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Of the blue and the grey |
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And slowly the night falls |
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It hides and conceals |
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Oh, the blue and the grey |
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Your thoughts of pride and glory |
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These things won't bring you home |
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It's every young man's story |
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Your castle walls are strong |
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No fear, no desperate worry |
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Forget where you belong |
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With every step you hurry |
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You have to carry on |
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We never end up learning |
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You'll never be returning |
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You're running like a blind man |
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Nobody knows |
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If you're blue or you're grey |
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So tell me how it started |
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What can you say? |
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Whether you're blue |
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You're blue or you're grey |
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Your thoughts of pride and glory |
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These things won't bring you home |
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It's every young man's story |
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Your castle walls are strong |
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No fear, no desperate worry |
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Forget where you belong |
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With every step you hurry |
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You have to carry on |
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We never end up learning |
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You'll never be returning |
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When |
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When it comes to pass |
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And you |
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You breathe your last |
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When |
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When it comes to pass |
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Your thoughts of pride and glory |
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These things won't bring you home |
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It's every young man's story |
|
Your castle walls are strong |
|
No fear, no desperate worry |
|
Forget where you belong |
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With every step you hurry |
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Got to hurry |
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You have to carry on |
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We never end up learning |
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You'll never be returning |
