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Now he's brought down the rain |
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And the indian summer is through |
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(in the morning you'll be following your trail again |
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Fair play to you |
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You'll be leaving, pretty darling, in the morning-time |
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If i know you) |
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You ain't calling me to join you |
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And i'm spoken for anyway |
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(but i will cry when ye go away |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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/ |
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But you'll be killing my heart when ye go away |
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You'll be killing my heart when ye go away) |
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(your beauty is familiar |
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And your voice is like a key |
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Your beauty is a legend |
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And your voice is like a melody) |
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(that opens up my soul |
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/ |
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That plays upon my soul) |
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And torches up a fire inside of me |
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(your coat is made of magic |
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And around your table angels play |
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Your shoes are made of magic |
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And your footstep is the break of day |
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/ |
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I must have known you in another life |
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In another age) |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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(river road reel) |
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Somebody/el torro/mike rogers left their whisky |
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And the night is very young |
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I've got some/much to say and more to tell |
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And the words will soon be spilling from my tongue |
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I will rave and i will ramble |
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I'll do everything but make you stay |
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Then i will cry when ye go away |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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(river road reel) |
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When ye go away... |
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When ye go away... |
