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Mull of Kintyre |
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Oh, mist rolling in from the sea |
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My desire is always to be here |
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Oh, Mull of Kintyre |
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Far have I travelled and much have I seen |
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Dark distant mountains with valleys of green |
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Past painted deserts, the sun sets on fire |
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As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre |
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Mull of Kintyre |
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Oh, mist rolling in from the sea |
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My desire is always to be here |
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Oh, Mull of Kintyre |
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Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen |
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Carry me back to the days I knew then |
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Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir |
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Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre |
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Mull of Kintyre |
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Oh, mist rolling in from the sea |
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My desire is always to be here |
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Oh, Mull of Kintyre |
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Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain |
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Still take me back where my memories remain |
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Flickering embers grow higher and higher |
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As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre |
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Mull of Kintyre |
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Oh, mist rolling in from the sea |
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My desire is always to be here |
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Oh, Mull of Kintyre |
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Mull of Kintyre |
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Oh, mist rolling in from the sea |
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My desire is always to be here |
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Oh, Mull of Kintyre |
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La, la, la, la |
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Mull of Kintyre |
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La, la, la, la |
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Mull of Kintyre |
