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I still hear the snares in the square |
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Colors ablaze in the evening |
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The air was still, down the stormy hill |
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It's good to be young and daring |
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I still see the blood on the knees |
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The Camans swing without warning |
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The lads in white at the speed of light |
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It's good to be young and daring |
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Across the bay I still hear thee strains |
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The two step loud and blairing-ing |
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We walked hand in hand to the accordion band |
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It's good to be young and daring |
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She was the pride of the summer that year |
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She was my sweetheart, my lady |
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We walked the black rock and we stopped by the loch |
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It's good to be young and daring |
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Beat the drum |
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Beat the drum |
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Like a heartbeat |
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Lonely and strong |
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Beat the drum |
