From my seat I see the fields move by,
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coulours strong- it's been a long, long time.
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It's the first time I see Summer on the Westhill.
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I lean back and let my eyes just go
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floating now where they want to float.
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They seem to take to the horizon.
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Now I know there is a world beyond
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the small place I was coming from.
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I feel at home here
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in the middle of nowhere.
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I will never know the names
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of these places that I travel through
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to reach the coastline.
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I've been told I will be there in time.
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Please oceancloud,
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let there be no storm on the crossing below.
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Please oceancloud,
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let there be no storm on the crossing below.
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Please oceancloud,
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let there be no storm on the crossing below.
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Please oceancloud,
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let there be no storm on the crossing below.
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Summer on the Westhill
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| Kings Of Convenience |
