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You know, the places that I’ve been |
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The faces mine offends |
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Fumbling, fumbling |
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Though, with murky miles ahead |
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The fates sing softer, they’re |
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Humming |
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Slow, though hurried in the dark |
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I hear them calling when it starts |
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"Go, they’ll find you in the glen |
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The horsemen closing in |
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Rumbling |
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Row, though wilder blows the wind" |
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Into the river raging white, I’ll start again |
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"Sleep, while you cut your teeth |
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Whisky priest |
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Hope, take it slow |
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Through the habit’s prey, through the whisky’s weigh |
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You’ll learn to grow |
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Hold, hold, hold... |
