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In darkness we do what we can
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In daylight we're oblivion
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Our hearts so raw and clear
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Are turning away, turning away from here
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On water we have walked like the fearless child
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What was fastened we've unlocked revealing wondrous wild
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And in search for confirmation
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We have jumped into the fire
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And scrambled with our burning feet through uncontrolled desire
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Chorus
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There's a well upon the hill from our ancient past
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Where an age is standing still holding strong and fast
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And there's those that try to tame it
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And the carve it into stone
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Ah but words cannot extinguish it
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However hard they're thrown
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Chorus
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On Racherie they have worked with their island dreams
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By Lough Cleggan they have nourished in the mountain streams
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And in searching for acceptance
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They have given it away
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Only the children of our children
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Know the price they had to pay
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Chorus
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Turning Away
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Mary Black |