| I’m driving through the open roads of hometown
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| The Junipers are swaying again
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| It’s barely five o’clock and sunlight’s on the loch
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| And nothing’s wrong, no, nothing’s wrong
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| I’ve been working day and night for this moment
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| Since I shed those leaves of doubt
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| It’s here I want to stay, in the early morning grey
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| And I can’t change, no, I can’t change
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| No more running at the moon in all her splendor
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| Her faces haunted me
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| I’m staying where the days will seem much longer
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| In the early morning grey
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| There’s something in this season, so golden
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| Something in the lay of this land
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| If only you and me were the child I can see
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| We’d be all right
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| I’m standing on the fringe of the ocean
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| The century is closing at last
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| It’s here I want to stay, in the early morning grey
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| And I can’t change, no, I can’t change
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| No more running at the moon in all her splendor
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| Her faces haunted me
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| I’m staying where the days will seem much longer
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| In the early morning grey |