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Runrig |
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The Cutter And The Clan |
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Hearts Of Olden Glory |
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There's thunder clouds |
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Round the hometown bay |
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As I walk out |
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In the rain |
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Through the sepia showers |
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And the photoflood days |
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I caught a fleeting glimpse |
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Of life |
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And though the water's |
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Black as night |
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The colours of Scotland |
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Leave you young inside |
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There's a vision |
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Coming soon |
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Through the faith |
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That cleans your wound |
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Hearts of olden glory |
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Will be renewed |
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Down the lens |
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Where the headlands stand |
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I feel a healing |
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Through this land |
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A cross for a people |
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Like wind through your hands |
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There must be a place |
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Under the sun |
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Where hearts of olden glory |
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Grow young |
