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City streets, late spring,
Where smoke covers everything:
Thats where we push our eyes,
In front of ourselves.
(x2)
For being true, for being hurt.
City streets in late spring,
Where smoke covers everyone and everything.
Heavy winds wont bother us,
It wont break no trees, it wont break no bones.
(x2)
Heavy winds: it wont break no trees, it wont break no bones.
[ Hello Scotland Lyrics ]