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Die to be reborn, |
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I must turn this thing around turn this thing around |
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Die to be reborn, |
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I must turn this thing around, |
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I must turn this thing, |
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I can't find a way |
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This is the perfect life, the life that's born from imperfection, |
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I will embrace disappointment |
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Die to be, |
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I must find a way, |
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I must turn this thing around, |
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I must turn this thing |
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To mend the life that's torn |
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This is the perfect life, the life that's born from imperfection, |
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I will embrace |
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Between two headland points lies the bay of |
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Skaill, escape from the mainland, here could tell some tales |
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Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave, the orcas come here every year |
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This is the cradle of man, and seen many tears |
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Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave |
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It is clear this is so, will this strange grief ever let me go? |
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Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave |