(Jem Finer)
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The night is dark, the moon is full
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Across the blood red plain
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Every step and every breath
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Brings me nearer home
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The spirits watch me on my way
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They whisper on the wind
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And when the dawn lights up the sky
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I'll see my land again
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A hot wind blows the scrub and dust
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across the barren land
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Trees stand bare like skeletons
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The mountains all torn down
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The water holes are dry as bones
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No birds are singing now
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And faraway a city stands
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Tombstones against the sky
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Jem Finer
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Tombstone
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| The Pogues |
