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One April two sisters grew restless |
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Marooned in a dreary old town |
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So we packed up our dreams |
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And our dresses |
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As a cold rain was patterning down |
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Asleep above frozen dark waters |
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The wind carried us cross the sea |
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The sun woke us over Gibraltar |
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Tired and hopeful and free |
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Annie roll down your window |
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Have you seen a sky so blue |
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It's always lovely traveling with you |
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On midsummer nights in Coimbra |
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We drank porto til we were full |
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With the man with a scar on his forearm |
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Who said he'd been gored by a bull |
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September we stayed near the ocean |
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And we lived in a little blue shack |
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Cavorting at night with the tall trees |
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The neighbors hope we don't come back |
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Annie roll down your window |
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Have you seen a sky so blue |
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It's always lovely traveling with you |
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With winter upon us in Dublin |
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An Irishman played with your hair |
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You lost your heart at The Old Bailey |
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And some part of it still might be there |
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Annie roll down your window |
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Have you seen a sky so blue |
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Over clouds and endless rainbows |
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From my point of view |
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It's all been lovely |
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Traveling together with you |