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Well you tell me you love me and |
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I'm alright |
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Simple as that like the tail of a kite |
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And the old legionnaires well they're spoiling for a fight |
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On the streets of |
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St. Augustine |
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Well the sun was in a bad mood in the cold winter sky |
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It was having a laugh on the look of surprise |
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Me I'm walking the cobblestone like a poet or a spy |
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On the streets of |
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St. Augustine |
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California shimmers and |
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I'll chase you someday |
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To the Fountain of |
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Youth by the edge of the bay |
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But for now |
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I just want to carry you away |
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To the streets of |
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St. Augustine |
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Well they burned down the town in the name of a king |
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Divided it up for diamonds and rings |
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Now they're telling the singers there's no place to sing |
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On the streets of |
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St. Augustine |
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And Fred well he's down from |
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Nova Scotia again |
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He's sailing the seas on the palm of the wind |
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And he's going off to |
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Cuba to that |
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Canadian From the streets of |
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St. Augustine |
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And you can run from the pocket of a comfortable hand |
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Put your soul in a suitcase and travel the land |
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And count yourself lucky if you finally stand |
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On the streets of |
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St. Augustine |
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Well you tell me you love me and |
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I'm alright |
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Simple as that like the tail of a kite |
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I close my eyes and we're walking tonight |
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On the streets of |
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St. Augustine |