| 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 |