Blue Runs Through Me True
If i was born a crayon
My colour would run its length
It would be of Saltire Blue
My countries colour gives me strength
We are the colour of the sky
It looks down on you and me
Its the colour of our flag
That flies the pride in me
If i was born a crayon
It would always be coloured blue
Just look to my veins
Blue runs through me true
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