| This is really not my home
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| Oh where are you my lovely Jenny?
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| I’m afraid and all alone
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| There is no peace for me
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| And I’m sitting in the stranger’s room
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| Playing at the stranger’s table
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| Shining empty like the moon
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| There is no peace for me
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| But in the darkness struggle cold
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| I think about a garden valley
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| Gentle as the leaves unfold
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| Singing out along the Tay
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| Distant and so far away
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| There is no peace for me
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| I’m blinded by your city lights
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| I wander through these fearful places
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| The colours fade to black and white
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| There is no peace for me
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| And these are not the friends I know
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| These are not their smiling faces
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| A desert that no-one should know
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| There is no peace for me
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| But in the darkness struggle cold
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| I think about a garden valley
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| Gentle as the leaves unfold
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| Singing out along the Tay
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| Distant and so far away
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| There is no peace for me
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| Now I know and feel it well
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| Poor immigrants' deep sunken feeling
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| Standing at the gates of Hell
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| There is no peace for me
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| Burned out by their master’s greed
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| Cruel exile transportation
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| Robbed of every love and need
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| There is no peace for me
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| But in the darkness struggle cold
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| I think about a garden valley
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| Gentle as the leaves unfold
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| Singing out along the Tay
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| Distant and so far away
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| There is no peace for me |