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Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair |
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Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air |
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Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow |
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Well my heart's in The Highlands |
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I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go |
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Windows were shaking all night in my dreams |
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Everything was exactly the way that it seems |
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Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page/pain/paint? |
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Same old rat race, life in the same old cage |
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I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take |
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Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake |
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Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery |
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I wish someone'd come and push back the clock for me |
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Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam |
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That's where I'll be when I get called home |
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The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme |
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Well my heart's in The Highlands |
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I can only get there one step at a time |
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I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound |
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Someone's always yellin' 'Turn it down' |
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Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene |
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I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean |
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Insanity is smashin' up against my soul |
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You could say I was on anything but a roll |
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If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top |
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What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop |
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My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn |
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by the beautiful lake of the Black Swan |
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Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low |
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Well my heart's in The Highlands only place left to go |
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I'm in Boston town in some restaurant |
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I got no idea what I want |
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or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure |
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Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her |
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Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around |
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She studies me closely as I sit down |
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She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs |
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I said 'Tell me what I want' |
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She say 'You probably want hard boiled eggs' |
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I said 'That's right, bring me some' |
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She says 'We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come' |
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then she says 'I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me' |
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I said 'I would if I could but |
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I don't do sketches from memory' |
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Well she's near she says 'I'm right here in front of you or haven't you looked' |
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I say 'All right I know but I don't have my drawin' book' |
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She gives me a napkin, she say 'You can do it on that' |
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I say 'Yes I could but I don't know where my pencil is at' |
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She pulls one out from behind her ear |
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She says 'Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here' |
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I make a few lines and I show it for her to see |
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Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says |
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'That don't look a thing like me' |
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I said 'Oh kind miss, it most certainly does' |
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She say 'You must be joking', I said 'I wish I was' |
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She says 'You don't read women authors do ya?' |
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at least that's what I think I hear her say |
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Well I say 'How would you know, and what would it matter anyway' |
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Well she says 'Ya just don't seem like ya do', I said 'You're way wrong' |
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She says 'Which ones have you read then?', I say 'Read Erica Jong' |
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She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair |
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I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere |
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Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds |
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way up in the border country far from the towns |
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with the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow |
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My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go |
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Every day is the same thing, out the door |
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feel further away than ever before |
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Some things in life it just gets too late to learn |
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Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns |
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I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes |
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They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes |
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All the young men with the young women lookin' so good |
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Well I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could |
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I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog |
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talkin' to myself in a monologue |
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I think what I need might be a full length leather coat |
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Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote |
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The sun is beginnin' to shine on me |
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But it's not like the sun that used to be |
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The party's over and there's less and less to say |
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I got new eyes, everything looks far away |
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Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day |
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over the hills and far away |
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There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow |
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Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now |
