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The stars won't come out, |
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If they know that you're about, |
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'Cause they couldn't match, |
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The glow of your eyes. |
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And, oh, who am I? |
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Just an ordinary guy, |
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Tryin' hard |
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To win the first prize. |
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Woh-oh, Candida, |
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We could make it together. |
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The further from here, girl, the better, |
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Where the air is fresh and clean. |
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Hooh-hoooh, Candida, |
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Just take my hand and I'll lead ya, |
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I promise life will be sweeter, |
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And it says so in my dreams. |
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The future is bright, |
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The gypsy told me so last night. |
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Said she saw our children |
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Playing in the sunshine. |
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And there was you and I |
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In a house, baby, no lie. |
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And all these things were yours, |
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And they were mine. |
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Woh, my Candida, |
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We could make it together. |
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The further from here, girl, the better, |
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Where the air is fresh and clean. |
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Hooh-hoooh, Candida, |
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Just take my hand and I'll lead ya, |
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I promise life will be sweeter, |
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And it says so in my dreams. |
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Instrumental break. |
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And, oh, who am I? |
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Just an ordinary guy, |
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You know I'm tryin' hard, |
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To win the first prize. |
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Oh, my Candida, |
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We could make it together. |
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The further from here, girl, the better, |
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Where the air is fresh and clean. |
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Woh, my Candida, |
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Fade. |
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Just take my hand and I'll lead ya, |
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I promise that life will be sweeter, |
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And it says so in my dreams. |
