Allways The Winner, Runrig 

Capo 3.

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When you close

              
 your eyes the

             
re’s a frighte

            
ned pride that

               
 lives for you
            
That your moth

             
ers life and y

           
our father’s e

             
yes can’t hide

   
.
             
You had no cho

             
ice didn’t ask

           
 the dice to f

            
all for you
            
Still your cou

             
rage comes lik

           
e thunder thro

             
ugh the skies

Chorus:
            
   You’re alwa

            
ys the win - n

             
er, the victor

              
 and the giver
             
   Somewhere t

            
hrough that wi

           
n - ter,    yo

              
u’ll never be 

     
alone
             
   For evermor

           
e the win - ne

             
r,  the taker 

             
and the giver
              
   Somewhere t

            
hrough that wi

           
n - ter,    yo

              
u will not gro

    
w old.

             
So you carry t

             
ime down the t

            
ortured line w

             
here mysteries

      
 show
           
Well hidden fr

            
om lifes learn

             
ed and life’s 

      
wise
             
Man’s useless 

             
ways and worth

           
less conversat

      
ions
           
Lie well expos

            
ed and humbled

            
 in your smile

Chorus:
            
   You’re alwa

             
ys the win - n

            
er, the victor

              
 and the giver
             
   Somewhere t

            
hrough that wi

           
n - ter,    yo

              
u’ll never be 

     
alone
             
   For evermor

           
e the win - ne

             
r,  the taker 

             
and the giver
              
   Somewhere t

            
hrough that wi

           
n - ter,    yo

              
u will not gro

    
w old.



             
Still you run 

              
out in the mor

              
ning, with the

 
 boys and girl

s
             
A miracle of i

            
nnocence on a 

head of curls
             
We’ll search e

              
very reason wh

  
erever we roam
            
(To) find a pl

              
ace for these 

       
broken hearts 

and bones
             
We’ll keep a f

             
ire on the hil

              
lside, after t

          
he summer’s go

ne
            
And we’ll wait

             
 her til the w

             
ar-wounded com

  
e home.

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