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This is really not my home |
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Oh where are you my lovely Jenny? |
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I'm afraid and all alone |
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There is no peace for me |
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And I'm sitting in the stranger's room |
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Playing at the stranger's table |
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Shining empty like the moon |
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There is no peace for me |
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But in the darkness struggle cold |
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I think about a garden valley |
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Gentle as the leaves unfold |
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Singing out along the Tay |
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Distant and so far away |
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There is no peace for me |
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I'm blinded by your city lights |
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I wander through these fearful places |
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The colours fade to black and white |
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There is no peace for me |
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And these are not the friends I know |
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These are not their smiling faces |
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A desert that no-one should know |
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There is no peace for me |
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But in the darkness struggle cold |
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I think about a garden valley |
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Gentle as the leaves unfold |
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Singing out along the Tay |
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Distant and so far away |
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There is no peace for me |
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Now I know and feel it well |
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Poor immigrants' deep sunken feeling |
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Standing at the gates of Hell |
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There is no peace for me |
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Burned out by their master's greed |
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Cruel exile transportation |
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Robbed of every love and need |
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There is no peace for me |
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But in the darkness struggle cold |
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I think about a garden valley |
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Gentle as the leaves unfold |
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Singing out along the Tay |
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Distant and so far away |
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There is no peace for me |
