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See the sand and the white birds swooping lowI see the sea and the dead fish floating byI see the grass as it's growing up my doorAnd hear my dog as he's crying for his boneThis is my home, my evil island homeThis is my home, my evil island homeSee the stoat and the sharp-billed razorbillYou know they're pecking awayAt my crumbling window sillsAnd the ice on the mountain range belowIs starting to meltAnd we'll soon be washed with snowThis is my home, my evil island homeOh, this is my home, my evil island homeI want to fly but they've taken my wings awayI want to run but I know I have to stayI may coax the beast that wanders on the shoreTo lend me his back, so I can ride away once moreThis is my home, my evil island homeOh, this is my home, my evil island home From Letras Mania