| Alister Blair, when I found you out there
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| In the digital air, did you dare like I dared
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| To dream of love?
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| Alister Blair, my gallant mon frère
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| Yes I placidly wear your name as a plastered prayer
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| Upon my tongue
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| Alister Blair, when I first saw you there
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| At People Under the Stairs, you had that perfect mussed hair
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| And sea-green eyes
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| But what made me just die was your sweet smile
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| Alister Blair, well we managed to tear
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| Away from where we are to go where
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| The law will not forbid
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| Just to one day raise a couple kids
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| Soon, mon cher, we’ll sail away from Singapore
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| Where we’ve lingered for too long
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| We’ll venture home and on the Highlands roam
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| Where two young Scots belong
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| But until that day does come
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| Alister Blair, is it balanced and fair
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| To say that I don’t care if we’re in Paris
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| Tehran, or Van Nuys?
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| So long as you and I can share our lives
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| I pray you’ll always be my man
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| And I swear your gramma’ll be there 'till the end
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| Alister Blair, no one compares with my
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| Alister Blair, what you’ve got, I don’t care, cause I’ve got
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| Alister Blair, yeah, he’s got that flair, he’s my
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| Alister Blair |