| I’m not going to talk about doubts and confusion
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| On a night when I can see with my eyes shut
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| I’d never been to Ayrshire
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| I hitched down one saturday
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| Sixty miles to Kilmarnock
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| To see Hibernian play
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| The day was bright and sunny
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| But the game I won’t relay
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| And there was no Kilmarnock bunnet
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| To make me want to stay
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| But I’m not going to talk about it
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| On a night when I can see with my eyes shut
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| When I started walking at Wishaw
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| My eyes obscured my vision
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| After five miles on my way
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| I began to learn to listen
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| I walked through the country
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| I walked through the town
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| I held my head up
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| And I didn’t look down
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| The question doesn’t matter
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| The answer’s always «aye»
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| The best view of all
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| Is where the land meets the sky. |