Tumbling curls of green by the stainedglass streaming light
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And a yellow coloured lampshade used to keep us up all night
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The smile upon your face, the tears upon your cheek
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And the night sky on the window
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Your heart calling out to me.
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Come running home again, Katie
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Come running home again
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Cross my heart and hope to die
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Shall I cause another tear from your eye
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The mirror that won't talk and your nightgown on the door
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And the old pedal Singer just don't sing no more
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You can roll the reels for hours
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From the movie of this book
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It's a question mark on this heart of mine
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sends an elder back to look.
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Come running home again, Katie
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Come running home again
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Cross my heart and hope to die
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Shall I cause another tear from your eye
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Katie
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| Celtic Thunder |
