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Runrig |
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The Cutter And The Clan |
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Protect And Survive |
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The red hot sun burns up the hill |
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The winter's bride, the summer's king |
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I tramp these acres and I feel |
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Once upon a time |
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Then it seemed that everything |
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You saw and touched and felt was real |
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You turned the tap and you turned the wheel |
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Breathing free |
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Now you search the open evening sky |
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Trace the memory in your eyes |
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For the prophet's hard rain and the deluge |
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Lie in tears around your door |
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Once there were trees and livestock here |
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A mother's love, the warnings clear |
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But you chose to turn away from fear |
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Breathing free |
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Now there's a faceless cross on a distant hill |
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A wasted voice, a silent scream |
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Where the lovers love and the dreamers dream |
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You stand and dream alone |
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You took your sacrifice to the gods of war |
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Traded your children's lives for a mess of gold |
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And you beat your ploughshares into swords |
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Breathing free |
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Once in a lifetime |
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You live and love |
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Once in a lifetime |
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You die |
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Once in a lifetime |
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The sun goes down |
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Protect and survive |
