or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed
canna see the sparra in the field of gold
nay’ or see the grass when blind and old
Canna see the future with a past of lots o’ crap
keep the snow o’ me heed’ without a hat
canna lie through me teeth, fo’ the truth I canna see
feel the hate that you have if you canna love me
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