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Not sure if this is correct but here goes.
Verse one
FBlack flAmies on the windowsill
That we are
That we are
That we are to Fknow
Winter sAmtole summer's thrill
And the river's crackFed and cold
FSee the Amsky is no man's land
A darkenFed plume to stay
Hope herAme needs a humble hand
Not a foFx found in your place
Chorus
AmAnd no mGan is anF island, oh this I know
But can'Amt you see, oh'
Maybe yoGu were tFhe ocean, when I was just a stone
Verse two
FBlack flAmies on the windowsill
That we are
That we are
That we are to hold F
Comfort Amcame against my will
And everFy story must grow old
Still I'Amll be a traveller
A gypsy'Fs reins to face
But the Amroad is wearier
With thaFt fool found in your place
Chorus x2
AmAnd no mGan is anF island, oh this I know
But can'Amt you see, oh'
Maybe yoGu were tFhe ocean, when I was just a stone
FSo here we are...
Am F Am F Am F
Bridge x2
AmAnd I doGn't wanna beg your pardon
And I doFn't wanna ask you why
But if I was to go my own way
Would I have to pass you by'