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von Salter Cane

Two thousand words won′t right the wrong
And a hundred songs of love don't make a place to belong
A troubled mind, head in hands
And it′s not your fault that there's no safe place to stand
On an island


There were days of wine, days to play
The times were fine, and then they passed away
But it took a storm to bind your hands
And it's not your fault that there′s no safe place to stand
On an island
We made it an island

They sold us an island
They sold us an island
They sold us an island
They sold us an island
Oh, give me miles
Oh, give me miles
Oh, give me miles
And I′d be running back to here
And I'd keep running back to here
I′ll keep running back to here