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By Runrig, Footprints around the world
Your beauty in the blue
Stepping down the
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By Runrig, The white morning mist
Is high on the hill
Each river, waterfall
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By Runrig, See the bracken green on the hills
See the gifts of
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By Runrig, The satellites are raining down
On the international room
There's nothing secret,
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By Runrig, I arrived in the city of lights
Enchanted ballrooms where I
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By Runrig, The landlords came
The peasant trials
To sacrifice of men
Through the past
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By Runrig, You ask me to believe in magic
Expect me to commit
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By Runrig, The headlights swing across the naked heath
Through the silent miles
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By Runrig, With the eyes of a child. The wonder of it
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By Runrig, I saw something in your eye
As the night came down
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By Runrig, I'm alive again on a Maymorning
Going to wipe the slate
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By Runrig, I walked out, one morning fair
By the ocean road to
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By Runrig, Twelve o'clock at night
Streets of many corners
The lunar river winds
Down
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By Runrig, It's all over now, no more summers in heaven
After World
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By Runrig, The red hot sun burns up the hill
The winter's bride,
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By Runrig, Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier
From a
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By Runrig, Ochd deug seisreach
Air raontainn Aird a' Mhorrain
Na fir a' treabhadh
An
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By Runrig, Tell me where oh where has summer gone
It hasn't come
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By Runrig, “On the other side of the (prison) door there was
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By Runrig, We grew up in the spaces
Where the four winds blow
We
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By Runrig, I'm going to dance you round the floor
Drink you under
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By Runrig, Sun comes up on these mountain braes
And it's breaking on
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By Runrig, They’ll be gathering together
Sharing hearts and hand as first rays
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By Runrig, When all the world is quiet and still
And doubts run
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By Runrig, Can anyone explain
I shared your truth today
So far away the
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By Runrig, Chaneil an t-adhar os cionnLunnainn a nochd soileir nodorch. Fada
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By Runrig, Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil'S an domhain liathMar dhealbh
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By Runrig, When you close your eyes there'sa frightened pride that livesfor
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By Runrig, Na cuibhlichean a' tionndadh. Anrathad deas agus tuath. Nacuibhlichean a
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By Runrig, Comhla riumA tha thu an drasdMo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne