Come gather in my lungs Scottish wind
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Belt out your blackest poems
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As the sea around you sings
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When that drone takes to the air
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A single note to raise my hair
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Carry songs beyond my lungs
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Cold Scottish wind
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Come fall upon my shoulders, Scottish rain
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And dissolve all of the worry
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That has hunched this back of mine
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So the hurt run down the drain to the reservoir
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One day I'll add a drop of my own worries
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To a dram
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Gather heavy in these long Scottish winds
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All the fag smoke in the ether
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Of the grouse has clipped your wings
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Now I cough just like my granddad
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And his grandpa before him
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Ah, blow youth into these lungs
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Oh, Scottish wind
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Come burl around my body, Scottish blood
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I'll try not to spill a drop
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Oh, I'm sure you've spilled enough
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And the English f**king rule
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Who mean nothing to these times
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Ah, run forever in my veins
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Bold Scottish blood
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And the whisper to my mouth, soft Scottish winds
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Just enough to say I love you
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To the girl who keeps me sane
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Take the stupid things I've said
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Blow them miles and miles away
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Thank you in advance, Scottish wind
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Thank you in advance, Scottish wind
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Scottish Winds
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Frightened Rabbit |