| Yes, and then there came a stranger
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| Call her Highland Grace
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| A rearranger
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| I’d been searching in the mirror, but seeing my own face didn’t make it any
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| clearer
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| I’d rage against the hard times while others smiled to say, «Hey, take it easy.»
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| Yes and lo, this little angel was standing in the rain
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| Oh, just what I needed
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| Yes and ain’t that just like a Saturday child?
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| Bound for Avalon with the birds 'round her head
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| She loves with the love of a gentle child
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| I was a fool of the rule before I met her
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| Yes, good morning, Matokie
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| Tell me about those great expectations
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| When I set the river on fire
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| You laughed in my face
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| When things got dire
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| Yea, and sleep went to slaughter
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| I saw you drift away, farther and farther
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| Yes, my eyes pinned like diamonds, head of smoke for days
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| I loved you, little liar
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| Yes and ain’t that just like a Saturday child?
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| Bound for Avalon with the birds 'round her head
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| She loves with the love of a gentle child
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| Hey, fool of the rule
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| Not everything’s for sale
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| And if you can’t buy it
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| You can stand and deny it
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| And if you can’t see it
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| Will you refuse to believe it?
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| And if you can’t count it
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| Oh you can’t help but doubt it
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| But loving her was easy
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| The easiest thing in the world
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| Oh loving her was easy
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| The easiest thing in the world
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| Oh loving her was easy
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| The easiest thing in the world |