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Traditional |
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A beautiful obsession |
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Like a moth to a flame, he returns, |
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The window, and the rain, |
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have brought him back again ... |
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Go from my window my love, my dove |
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Go from my window my dear |
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The wind is in the West and the cuckoo's in his nest |
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And you can't have a harbouring here |
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Go from my window my love, my dove |
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Go from my window my dear |
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The weather it is warm, it will never do thee harm |
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But you can't have a harbouring here |
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Go from my window my love, my dove |
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Go from my window my dear |
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The wind is blowing high and the ship is lying by |
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And you can't have a harbouring here |
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Go from my window my love, my dove |
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Go from my window my dear |
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The window and the rain have brought him back again |
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But you can't have a harbouring here |
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Go from my window my love, my dove |
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Go from my window my dear |
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The devil's in the man that he will not understand |
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He can't have a harbouring here |