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Oh they tell their tales to the wide young eyes |
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Of the fertile plains the cloudless skies |
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But honesty must take the strain |
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Where lies move fast like a roaring train |
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And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail |
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On the trail of the survivor |
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And the trade winds blow through a burning sail |
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On the trail of the survivor |
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And they make their moves around the virgin light |
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Leave their filthy stains on the clear and bright |
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But hope can never be restrained |
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Where freedom's hand has been nailed and chained |
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And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail |
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On the trail of the survivor |
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And the trade winds blow through a burning sail |
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On the trail of the survivor |
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And sleep will come, it comes to us all |
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And some will fade and some will fall |
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But the distance gained is never gained at all |
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And Atholl's children we rise and fall |
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And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail |
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On the trail of the survivor |
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And the trade winds blow through a burning sail |
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On the trail of the survivor |
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And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail |
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On the trail of the survivor |
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And the trade winds blow through a burning sail |
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On the trail of the survivor |