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She sings her songs with open eyes |
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Never holding in the pain |
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Of all the generations she sings about |
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She sings her songs with open eyes |
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Songs of distant voices through her they go |
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She stands and sings straight as a lighthouse |
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In the eye of the wind and rain |
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They bring her songs of Uisneach |
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And on they go again |
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In her voice everything turns to light |
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And her open eyes look across the night |
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She sings |
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Wear your troubles lightly |
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Root your life in the day |
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Respect yourself now |
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The love you've yet to know |
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Will guide your way |
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She sings her songs with open eyes |
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She sings her songs with open eyes |
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She sings her songs with open eyes |
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And all the bad days fly... fly away... fly away |
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She sings her songs with open eyes |
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She sings her songs with open eyes |
