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I was only a little boy when; heard the call |
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Like a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us all |
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So i took to the gipsy life, in the city of love |
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And i walked with the troubadours |
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And flew with the doves |
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In the city of love |
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In the garden of paradise, i heard a voice sing |
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Can still feel the thrill of it, the chills it would bring |
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Far away in the western sky, over the sea |
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There's a land that we dream about, peaceful and free |
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Waiting for me |
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Hold my hand, let me take you there |
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Let's go walking in the morning |
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As time goes by, love will wash us clean |
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Let love bring to us our freedom |
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And we will sing of the heroes |
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And fly on the breeze |
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Love with the lovers of the world |
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Oh oh oh... we'll be free |
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In the dark of the mystic night, music is born |
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In the hands of the troubadour, the piper of dawn |
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And it's heard of a foreign shore, over the sea |
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In the land that we dream about, peaceful and free |
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Waiting for me |
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Hold my hand, let me take you there |
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Let's go walking in the morning |
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As time goes by, love will wash us clean |
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Let love bring to us our freedom |
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And we will sing of the heroes |
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And fly on the breeze |
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Love with the lovers of the world |
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Oh oh oh... we'll be free |
