When I came to this town
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I was not yet a man
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Still green from the grass I once played in
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A mere twenty-one years
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With a lot left to learn
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Far away from my home by the ocean
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A naive little boy who got caught in a trap
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Of too many good times and diversions
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Well I slipped and I fell
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And I lost who I was
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But I cannot return to my island
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Oh I'm lost and I'm scared
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And I long for my home
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For my family and friends on the island
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But I cannot return
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'Till I find who I am
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Perhaps I'll go home when I'm sleeping.
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And the lightning does crash
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And the thunder it rolls
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As the storm comes across
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From the harbour
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WHere the cruise ships are tied
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With the big corporate Yachts
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But no fishging boats roll
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On the whitecaps
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So I'm watching the storm
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Is it calling me back
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I can feel it well up from inside me
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And it's guiding my hand
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With my pen or the strings
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And it's leading me back to my island
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Oh I'm lost and I'm scared
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And I long for my home
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For my family and friends on the island
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But it won't be long now
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'Till I'm given the choice
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So until I can choose I'll keep going
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Home
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Enter The Haggis |