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I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane |
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She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame. |
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I gave her all the reasons for being in despair |
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She said that explanations won't get you anywhere. |
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It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend |
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It's only the moments of choice that count in the end. |
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We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake |
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And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. |
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It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child |
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The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild, |
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The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child |
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The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. |
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She hit me in a weak spot, I knew that she was right |
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She said, |
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Can you imagine a day without a night? |
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Good without the evil, is a cob without the corn |
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It's with the aid of demons that angels can be born |
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It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend |
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It's only the moments of choice that count in the end. |
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We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake |
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And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. |
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It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child |
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The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild, |
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The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child |
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The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. |
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We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake |
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And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. |
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It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child |
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The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. |
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We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake |
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And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. |
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It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child |
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The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. |
