Music and Lyrics by Steve Murdock/Rule 11
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fiogf49gjkf0d Strange that the Highlands should meet the Emerald Isle
On the far coast of the new world
I'm climbing up the hill that looms above my house
Striving awkwardly to meet a new girl
But she don't really need me anyhow
She barely knows my name
But there you are
Shayne
Everybody's dying
Everybody's dying
But there you are
Shayne
I'm terrified of trying
But everybody's dying
Except for
Shayne
And it's strange how the pictures didn't do justice to your eyes
I've never seen that color green before
High on the hillside more than a little paralyzed
'Cause you're everything I thought you'd be and more
How do I get to be the one that's on your mind
And turn your embers into flame
Here you are
Shayne
Everybody's lying
Everybody's lying
But here you are
Shayne
Tired of verifying
That everybody's lying
Except for
Shayne
And I wish we had more hours
Wish we had more days
And the brick walls around this bistro
They appear to melt away
Now its time to walk you home
Then I'll be alone
If you turn around you'd see
That I'm standing here with my heart on my sleeve and
Shayne
Everybody's crying
Everybody's crying
And they never get anything that they need and
Shayne
That collective sighing
Is everybody's crying they're crying
And there you are
Shayne
Everybody's dying
Everybody's dying
And they never get anything that they need and
Shayne
No way of denying
That everybody's dying they're dying
Except for
Shayne
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