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Well here |
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I am again |
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In a foreign town where |
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I know no one |
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On another continent |
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Well it's four o'clock and |
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I'm with someone |
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That I haven't met before |
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But I don't feel like |
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I should leave |
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Well I might not find the door |
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Anyway the miracle's stirring me |
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So play on let 'em play for me |
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Just drag that bow across the string |
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So play on let 'em all night long |
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Oh I love to hear our gypsies songs |
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Away, away, oh |
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I'm far away from home |
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Away, away, and the wonder lingers on |
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Postcards, stamps, and songs |
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And bottles spilled on letters long |
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The wind through my own hair |
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At Normandy where |
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I wish you were |
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Markets strange and surreal |
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Where black eyes flash from corners dark |
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The Young ones poor and infirm |
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They lift their hands to your own heart |
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Well I've seen this before |
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Old ones come to pass |
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With empty eyes bed where there's grass |
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Skites with steel knuckles and knives |
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Waiting for a thrity franc paradise |
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Away, away, oh |
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I'm far away from home |
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Away, away, and the wonder lingers on |
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Vodka warm and sharp |
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Just like what |
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I might drink with you |
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In a glass on an empty bar |
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Quite similar to where |
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I would sit with you |
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And the bar maid smiles at me |
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And she asks to go and |
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I agree Into a |
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Spanish night |
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Into something that |
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I've never seen |
