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Runrig |
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The Cutter And The Clan |
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The Only Rose |
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Between the shifting shadows |
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In the no-man's zone |
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There's a bar at the end of the street |
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Some poor country music |
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One or two sixty's songs |
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This is the place where the night owls sleep |
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Oh, lonliness |
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You're a hard earned crust |
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You're the night at the end of the day |
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'Cause you pay your dues |
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On the road you choose |
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With the price you have to pay |
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Down the neon aisles |
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And the twilight miles |
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Where the world takes comfort in shame |
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And all I can hear |
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Is a voice in my ear |
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And its calling out your name |
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Still the silence glows |
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The four winds blow |
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And a dark moon rising above |
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To rest by your side |
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In the heat of the fire |
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In the sleep of the night of love |
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When darkness hangs |
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On the dirty city |
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Winter falls on a foreign town |
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And it's all I can do |
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To be with you |
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Tonight as the sun goes down |
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But I would cross |
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The ocean wide |
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I'd walk the mighty foam |
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If I could lie |
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In your arms tonight |
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You're the only rose I know |
