| It was a Highland wedding
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| For two love stricken faces
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| Treacle wasted and hearts were full
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| In these cobblestone built walls
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| With luscious garden pathways that lined the outside and down the hill
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| There was an old weeping willow
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| That stood where the path opened
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| It had a rope swing and white wood bench
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| We would sit there for ages
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| While our parents' all drank like sailors
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| Wondering where these stars hide
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| How did I get so far
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| How did I get so far
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| Running away from you?
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| How did I get so caught up
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| How did I get so lost
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| Trying to hide from you?
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| My childhood
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| We’d use pocket knives to carve weapons
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| And venture out into the woods
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| That stretched for miles from the backyard fence
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| Beneath the canopies we’d fight imaginary beings
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| Like all the ones we’d dream at night
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| How did I get so far
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| How did I get so far
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| Running away from you?
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| How did I get so caught up
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| How did I get so lost
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| Trying to hide from you?
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| My childhood
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| But I can still taste sweet Caledonia
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| Sweet Caledonia
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| Sweet Caledonia (oh you’re fading away from me)
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| Sweet Caledonia
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| Yeah I can still taste sweet Caledonia
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| You see it when you start to grow
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| How far the little things they go
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| Yeah I can still taste sweet Caledonia
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| Our youth is like a brick in Rome
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| It’s hard to ever really know
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| What’ll stay with you when you’re older |