| I woke up in the morning
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| Seven twenty-four
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| Drank a cup of coffee
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| Stepped out the door
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| I said Goodbye
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| To my old best friend
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| I took a ride
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| To the old West End
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| I walked along Princes Street
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| My feet were hurting bad
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| As I squirmed inside my shoes
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| I was thinking about my dad
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| There was the bones of a song
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| Beatin' around my head
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| Unless I remember it wrong
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| This is what it said:
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| Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky
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| Cold grey stone, humourless and dry
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| Sitting like a cork on top of the town
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| One of these days I’m gonna blow you down
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| I jumped on a bus
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| A trusty number 23
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| To the Royal Botanical Gardens
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| Where a ghost was calling me
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| I saw a brace of weeping willows
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| A burnt and withered land
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| I saw a man and a little boy
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| Holding hands
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| I scanned the skyline
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| It was like the backdrop of a play
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| I never saw your heartless beauty
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| Until I’d been away
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| As I was climbing up The mound
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| It struck me like a chime
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| I must have dreamed this scene
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| About a thousand times !
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| Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky
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| Cold grey stone, humourless and dry
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| Sitting like a cork on top of the town
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| One of these days I’m gonna blow you down
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| I found myself on Forrest Road
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| Feeling pretty sore
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| This city once was mine
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| But it ain’t mine anymore
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| And here’s my old school, «Jingling Geordie’s»
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| And I must confess
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| I couldn’t step through that gate
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| Until I’m better dressed
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| Back at Waverly Station
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| Half dead on my feet
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| I got on board the four forty-four
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| Promptly fell asleep
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| I woke up in Queen Street
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| At my journey’s end
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| I’ve got to say it’s totally great
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| To be back in Glasgow again !
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| Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky
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| Cold grey stone, humourless and dry
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| Sitting like a cork on top of my town
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| One of these days I’m gonna blow you down |