| Well there’s a river that runs through Glasgow
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| And it makes her but it breaks her
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| And takes her in two parts
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| And a current just like my blood flows
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| Down from the hills
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| Round aching bones to my restless heart
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| Well I would swim but the river is so wide
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| And I’m scared I won’t make it to the other side
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| Well, God knows I’ve failed but He knows that I’ve tried
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| I long for something that’s safe and warm
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| But all I have is all that is gone
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| I’m as helpless and as hopeless as a feather on the Clyde
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| On one side all the lights glow
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| And the folks know and the kids go
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| Where the music and the drinking starts
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| On the other side where no cars go
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| Up to the hills that stand alone like my restless heart
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| Well I would swim but the river is so wide
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| And I’m scared I won’t make it to the other side
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| Well, God knows I’ve failed but He knows that I’ve tried
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| I long for something that’s safe and warm
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| But all I have is all that is gone
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| I’m as helpless and as hopeless as a feather on the Clyde
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| The sun sets late in Glasgow
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| And the daylight and the city part
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| And I think of you in Glasgow
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| Cause you’re all that’s safe
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| You’re all that’s warm in my restless heart |