| Lonely the wind calls
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| Over the fields
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| Of the blue and the grey
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| And slowly the night falls
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| It hides and conceals
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| Oh, the blue and the grey
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| Your thoughts of pride and glory
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| These things won’t bring you home
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| It’s every young man’s story
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| Your castle walls are strong
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| No fear, no desperate worry
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| Forget where you belong
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| With every step you hurry
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| You have to carry on
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| We never end up learning
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| You’ll never be returning
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| You’re running like a blind man
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| Nobody knows
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| If you’re blue or you’re grey
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| So tell me how it started
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| What can you say?
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| Whether you’re blue
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| You’re blue or you’re grey
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| Your thoughts of pride and glory
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| These things won’t bring you home
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| It’s every young man’s story
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| Your castle walls are strong
|
| No fear, no desperate worry
|
| Forget where you belong
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| With every step you hurry
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| You have to carry on
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| We never end up learning
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| You’ll never be returning
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| When
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| When it comes to pass
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| And you
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| You breathe your last
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| When
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| When it comes to pass
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| Your thoughts of pride and glory
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| These things won’t bring you home
|
| It’s every young man’s story
|
| Your castle walls are strong
|
| No fear, no desperate worry
|
| Forget where you belong
|
| With every step you hurry
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| Got to hurry
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| You have to carry on
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| We never end up learning
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| You’ll never be returning |