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We listened into the Iceage |
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And we built up man round the Picts |
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And the daybreak hammered out warning |
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To the weak |
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We dreamed on moor with passion |
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And on the long lochs bluer than eyes |
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'Till the mists of bygone ages |
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heard our cries |
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I've seen us among thousands |
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All of one name waiting to run |
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And when the charge came heather on heartbeat |
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Steel on gun |
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The old rock leaves us with fossil |
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From the ancient pagan rites |
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From the universal inroads |
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back to Christ |
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Transmitting, transmitting |
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Breaking down the wire |
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Transmitting, transmitting |
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Breaking down the wire |
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As we look out over the morning |
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And the days of this life's spring |
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And the joy of Gaelic's lifeblood |
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Made me sing |
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Watching your beauty on this journey |
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With the lick of youth in your eyes |
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Let us sow this olden heartland |
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Reap in time |
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Transmitting, transmitting |
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Breaking down the wire |
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Transmitting, transmitting |
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Breaking down the wire |