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I have often told you stories |
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About the way |
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I lived the life of a drifter |
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Waiting for the day |
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When Id take your hand |
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And sing you songs |
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Then maybe you would say |
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Come lay with me love me |
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And I would surely stay |
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But I feel Im growing older |
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And the songs that I have sung |
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Echo in the distance |
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Like the sound |
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Of a windmill goin round |
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I guess Ill always be |
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A soldier of fortune |
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Many times Ive been a traveller |
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I looked for something new |
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In days of old |
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When nights were cold |
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I wandered without you |
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But those days I thougt my eyes |
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Had seen you standing near |
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Though blindness is confusing |
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It shows that youre not here |
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Now I feel Im growing older |
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And the songs that I have sung |
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Echo in the distance |
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Like the sound |
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Of a windmill goin round |
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I guess Ill always be |
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A soldier of fortune |
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Yes, I can hear the sound |
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Of a windmill goin round |
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I guess Ill always be |
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A soldier of fortune |