| On the road to nowhere, heading for Mallaig
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| I can feel the wild west highland breeze
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| Drive all my fears away
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| Through the raging Sound of Sleat
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| Safe on Spanish John
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| I can’t wait for heaven’s gate
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| It’s paradise I’m looking on
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| Sky, nothing but blue sky all around
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| Sky, nothing but blue sky
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| Feel the silence calling all around
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| All around
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| Eagle high on Ladhar Bheinn
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| Heaven and hell beneath
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| Kinloch Hourn’s where hell is born
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| And Nevis where the angels meet
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| Knoydart mends a broken heart
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| Heals a tortured soul
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| Brings new life to tired minds
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| And brightens eyes that look upon
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| Sky, nothing but blue sky all around
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| Sky, nothing but blue sky
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| Feel the silence calling all around
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| All around
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| Inverie, oh Inverie, ancient hearts of old
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| Ugly bastards one and all
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| We’ll gather just to look upon
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| Sky, nothing but blue sky all around
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| Sky, nothing but blue sky
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| Feel the silence calling all around
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| All around
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| Sky, nothing but blue sky all around
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| Sky, nothing but blue sky
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| Feel the silence calling
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| Hear the silence calling
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| Feel the silence calling
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| All around
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| All around |