| In darkness we do what we can
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| In daylight we’re oblivion
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| Our hearts so raw and clear
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| Are turning away, turning away from here
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| On the water we have walked like the fearless child
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| What was fastened we’ve unlocked revealing wondrous wild
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| And in search of confirmation we have jumped into the fire
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| And scrambled with our burning feet through uncontrolled desire
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| And in darkness we do what we can
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| In daylight we’re oblivion
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| Our hearts so raw and clear
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| Are turning away, turning away from here
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| There’s a well upon the hill from our ancient past
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| Where an age is standing still holding strong and fast
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| And there’s those that try to tame it and to carve it into stone
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| Ah but words cannot extinguish it however hard they’re thrown
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| And in darkness we do what we can
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| In daylight we’re oblivion
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| Our hearts so raw and clear
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| Are turning away, turning away from here
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| On Loch Etive they have worked with their Highland dreams
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| By Kilcrennan they have nourished in the mountain streams
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| And in searching for acceptance they had given it away
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| Only the children of their children know the price they had to pay
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| And in darkness we do what we can
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| In daylight we’re oblivion
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| Our hearts so raw and clear
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| Are turning away, turning away from here
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| In darkness we do what we can
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| In daylight we’re oblivion
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| Our hearts so raw and clear
|
| Are turning away, turning away from here
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| In darkness we do what we can
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| In daylight we’re oblivion
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| Our hearts so raw and clear
|
| Are turning away, turning away from here
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| Are turning away, turning away from here
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| Are turning away, turning away from here |