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We shook the last drops from Glen Garioch's finest hour. |
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We sipped it like the blood of Burns. |
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Through the mountain thyme, |
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Belting Auld Lang Syne. |
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This is how I'll free myself. |
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I'll free myself. |
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You'll come to Wellfleet where the sun through fairy pines |
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Shines soft and gold as Chardonnay. |
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And then we'll retire, |
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Sitting by the fire. |
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This is how I'll free myself. |
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I'll free myself. |
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This vodka comes from rain descending from a single cloud. |
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These cherries ripened in the groves of the Hesperides |
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Where heroes lie. |
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I rolled my pant legs up for darting fish in tadpole ponds, |
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I picked the berries in the field, |
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Light pools in my glass, |
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Shines into the past. |
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This is how I'll, this is how I'll, how I'll free myself. |
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