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I have often told you stories about the way |
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I lived the life of a drifter waiting for the day |
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When I'd take your hand and sing you songs then maybe you would say |
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Come lay with me love me, I would surely stay |
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Now I feel I'm growing older |
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And the songs that I have sung |
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Echo in the distance |
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Like the sound of a windmill going round |
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I guess I will always be a soldier of fortune |
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Many times I've been a traveler I looked for something new |
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In days of old when the nights were cold |
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I wandered without you |
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Those days I thought my eyes could see you standing near |
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Though blindness is confusing, it shows that you're not here |
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Now I feel I'm growing older |
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And the songs that I have sung |
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Echo in the distance |
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Like the sound of a windmill going round |
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I guess I will always be a soldier of fortune |
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I can hear the sound of a windmill going round |
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I guess I will always be a soldier of fortune |
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I guess I will always be a soldier of fortune |
