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Birds - Deacon Blue
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Birds Deacon Blue

Birds - Deacon Blue
We were the sailors in the summer
In the winter we climbed the hills
We were swimmers for a season
Even out to sea you'd see us

We left footsteps on the beaches
Trails of sand back to the road
There's nothing left there to teach us
Only the knowledge of your going

Were we folks you recognised
When we came into your viеw?
Did you notice who we werе
Or were we strange shapes in truth?

Maybe it was how the light fell
Maybe just the time of day
Perhaps a storm had just passed over
Or perhaps we were never there
The land will surely come

One day we're gonna be free
One day we're gonna be free
One day we're gonna be free
As the birds
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