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Come gather in my lungs |
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Scottish wind |
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Belt out your blackest poems |
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As the sea around you sings |
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When that drone takes to the air |
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A single note to raise my hair |
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Carry songs beyond my lungs |
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Cold Scottish wind |
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Come fall upon my shoulders, |
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Scottish rain |
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And dissolve all of the worry |
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That has hunched this back of mine |
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So the hurt run down the drain to the reservoir |
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One day I'll add a drop of my own worries |
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To a dram |
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Gather heavy in these long |
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Scottish winds |
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All the fag smoke in the ether |
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Of the grouse has clipped your wings |
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Now I cough just like my granddad |
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And his grandpa before him |
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Ah, blow youth into these lungs |
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Oh, Scottish wind |
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Come burl around my body, |
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Scottish blood |
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I'll try not to spill a drop |
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Oh, I'm sure you've spilled enough |
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And the English f**king rule |
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Who mean nothing to these times |
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Ah, run forever in my veins |
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Bold Scottish blood |
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And the whisper to my mouth, soft |
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Scottish winds |
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Just enough to say |
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I love you |
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To the girl who keeps me sane |
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Take the stupid things |
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I've said |
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Blow them miles and miles away |
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Thank you in advance, |
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Scottish wind |
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Thank you in advance, |
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Scottish wind |
