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Walking out on a stormy day |
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The cold wind the fine sea spray |
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Looking out over Galway bay |
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The troubled sky all dark and grey |
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Far from these shores there stands liberty |
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So let it be |
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But every while I would remember |
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The day we drank moonshine in the rain |
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And raised our glasses to the wind |
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The day that we dreamed we could be free |
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Riding the wings of liberty |
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So here's one more for our friends |
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And here's one for our children |
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Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips |
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And moonshine on our lips |
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So we paid our dues and we packed our bags |
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Made it thought Ellis Island's ranks |
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Across the waves to America |
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Hearts and souls to the streets and starts |
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Far from our shores we found liberty |
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So let it be |
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But every while I would remember |
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The day we drank moonshine in the rain |
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And raised our glasses to the wind |
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The day that we dreamed we could be free |
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Riding the wings of liberty |
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So here's one more for our friends |
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And here's one for our children |
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Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips |
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And moonshine on our lips |
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So we made our way |
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Through the Cumberland gap |
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Appalachia never looking back |
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Through the wind and rain |
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But nothing evermore would feel the same |
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All of this life we strive to be free |
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So let it be |
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But every while I would remember |
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The day we drank moonshine in the rain |
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And raised our glasses to the wind |
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The day that we dreamed we could be free |
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Riding the wings of liberty |
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So here's one more for our friends |
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And here's one for our children |
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Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips |
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And moonshine on our lips |
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Moonshine in the rain |
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And raised our glasses to the wind |
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The day that we dreamed we could be free |
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Riding the wings of liberty |
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So here's one for our friends |
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And here's one our children |
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Feeling the cold rain on your fingertips |
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And moonshine on our lips |