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Marillion - Exile on princes street



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   I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden
  Heading out west for the Lothian Road
  An evening news stuffed deep in the pocket
  Little did I know that even a heavy load
  
  I found us walking Grierson's dockyards
  Where the only thing working was foreign film crews
  Making an impressive documentary
  For the big news
  To the satellite
  
  And all we're left with is the black black oil
  With a sense of pride and identity
  The waters left behind we shouldn't forget
  Laid low in the books of history
  
  I saw the starlings wheel round Georgian spires
  Gathering on patrol in the skies
  In the distance burns the flame of Grangemouth
  And the dream is lost
  Everything what it could inspire
  From the take you know there is no distance
  How we talk about in the secret affairs
  Taking our ride into the distance
  To be what it was or could have been
  What I should have said
  
  And all we're left with is the black black oil
  With a strong sense of national pride
  'Till we take some more steps to unity
  Take it back to me
  Take it back
  In a city run out of luck
  
  And all we're left with is the black, black oil
  With a strong sense of national pride
  Calling the ... for identity
  What it meant to me, what I said
  What we could have had
  
  I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden
  Heading out west for the Lothian Road
  An evening news stuck deep in the pocket
  Little did I know that he'd fall
  Carrying a heavy load
  
  And all we're left with is the black black oil
  With a strong sense of national pride
  Calling a name in the sake of unity
  What it means to me you'll never know
  You'll never know
  
  I see myself forced in servant exile
  Turning around at another's command
  All I want to see is identity
  What I could have been
  What I did
  Could have been
  
  Internal exile
  Internal exile
  




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