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These white birds
for my spurs
then they drift into the atlantic
On this perch
you sit against nothing
newfoundland
I'll go back
And be happy with where i am
Newfoundland
I'll go back
newwwww oooh ohhooooooh
Froze like bones
come back to the cliffs where I'm standing
they'll remember their home
it's newfoundland
Newfoundland
I'll be there
I'll be there
