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With your dark hair in the donegal breeze, |
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Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground, |
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But, there's madness in the sycamore trees, |
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And there's no salvation to be found. |
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Right now the only thing that my mind ever holds, |
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Are long dark silences or screaming that explodes, |
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Burning rocking beds with visions of a land, |
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Long dark tunnels, questions and calm, |
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But, with you, you know i have no doubts, |
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And fear will have no sting, |
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With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing, |
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My head upon your shoulder as you take me in your arms, |
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Continents will crumble, we will find no harm. |
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Chorus |
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With your dark hair in the donegal breeze, |
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Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground, |
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But, there's madness in the sycamore trees, |
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And there's no salvation to be found. |
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Well i'll brace myself against the dark, endeavour to go on, |
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No matter how long it takes, and even though i might be wrong, |
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And i will ask a little favour of whatever god i find, |
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And i will come back for you darling, when i find some peace of mind. |
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Well i don't know about tomorrow, it will be here and gone, |
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I don't know about tonight, it'll be too long, |
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Sometimes i think i'm dying, and i don't care how, |
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All i know is that i want you, and i want you here and now. |
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Chorus |
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With your dark hair in the donegal breeze, |
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Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground, |
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But, there's madness in the sycamore trees, |
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And there's no salvation to be found. |
