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She loves me, she loves me not |
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Where can a simple island boy begin? |
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This highland pride is all I've got |
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But in the darkness it means everything |
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It makes me one with the tide |
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It makes me strong when I'm burning inside |
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Standing here on Cadderley |
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Between the burn and the turning sea |
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I gaze across at these golden hills |
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I'm looking all the way to eternity |
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All the way to eternity |
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I stand naked I'm the native one |
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I like to feel the wind across my face |
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I like to dream but maybe I should run |
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In case our tracks get covered and we leave no trace |
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No trace of where we have come |
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No trace of songs we can hold for our young |
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Standing here on Cadderley |
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Between the burn and the turning sea |
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I gaze across at these golden hills |
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I'm looking all the way to eternity |
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All the way to eternity |
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I will sow this seed again |
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I will work this field and know it's never ending |
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I'll lose a son to the German wars |
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We'll lose the land he was fighting for |
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Lose our language to greed and gain |
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All washed away by a southern rain |
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Washed until we can't see |
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What our destiny meant us to be |
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Standing here on Cadderley |
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Between the burn and the turning sea |
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I gaze across at these golden hills |
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I'm looking all the way to eternity |
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All the way to eternity |
