| Billy came down from northern Scotland, only yesterday.
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| Over land and under low cloud, year long winter grey.
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| Born in 1977 will die in 95.
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| A modern day statistic in collateral damage,
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| Billy pray’s not to survive.
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| A year and a day since he went away, now everybody look at me.
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| Without a sound he kissed the ground,
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| Billy’s line.
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| Hey oh you, hey, hey oh, hey hey oh you!
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| God on my side, watching,
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| Hey hey oh,
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| Hey hey oh,
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| You.
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| God on my side, watching you.
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| And ever since a freind had told him,"
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| Billy you’re looking fine",
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| He sensed that a place in the human race, was looking more and more like a
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| right devine.
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| Not a million miles from Welwyn Garden City, his favorite melody.
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| Oh radio, world war three.
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| Hey hey oh,
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| Hey hey oh,
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| You.
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| God on my side, watching.
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| Hey hey oh,
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| Hey hey oh,
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| You.
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| God on my side, watching you.
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| God on my side, watching you.
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| A year and a day since he went away.
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| Now everybody look at me.
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| Without a sound, he kissed the ground,
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| Billy’s line,
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| Hey hey oh,
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| Hey hey oh,
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| Hey hey oh, you.
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| God on my side, watching.
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| Hey hey oh, hey hey oh, you.
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| God on my side, watching you,
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| God on my side, watching you.
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| Billy walked down the full length of the hallway and opened up the double doors.
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| Seven hundred miles to be united.
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| Billy lay down and join your family line. |