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This land belongs to the gulls |
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And the gulls to their cry |
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And their cry to the wind |
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And the wind belongs to no-one |
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The wind belongs to no-one |
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I gave my breath to the song |
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To the song, wasn't mine |
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Neither of ship nor of sea |
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Neither of glass nor of wine |
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Leaving this ghost of a road |
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I'm climbing hand over hand |
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Toward that pinprick of light |
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Toward the seed that God sowed |
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Toward the seed that God sowed |
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Toward the seed that God sowed |
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Toward the seed that God sowed |
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Oh Baby |
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Try to recognise it in my mind |
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Try to stamp it out before it happens |
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Yeah I try to recognise it in my mind |
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Try to stamp it out |
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The writing's on, the writing's on |
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The writing's on the wall |
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The writing's on, the writing's on |
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The writing's on the wall |
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This land belongs to the gulls |
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And the gulls to their cry |
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And their cry to the wind |
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And their cry to the wind |
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And their cry to the wind |
