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Bohemienne |
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No one knows where my story begins |
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Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends |
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Bohemienne, bohemienne |
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Come tomorrow, I'll wander again |
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Bohemienne, bohemienne |
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Here's my fate in the lines of my hands |
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My mother told me tales of Spain |
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I think that's where she longed to be |
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Of mountain bandits she once sang |
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Andalusia memory |
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There in the mountains she was free |
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My mother, father all are gone |
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And I've made Paris be my home |
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I dream of oceans rolling on |
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They take my heart where I must come |
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Andalusia mountain home |
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Bohemienne |
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No one knows where my story begins |
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Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends |
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Bohemienne, bohemienne |
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Come tomorrow, I'll wander again |
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Bohemienne, bohemienne |
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Here's my fate in the lines of my hands |
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When I was a child in Provence |
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Barefoot in the hills I dance once |
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But the gypsy road is long |
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The road's so long |
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Every day I see a new chance |
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Maybe some road will lead from France |
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I will follow till I come home |
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Till I come home |
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Andalusia's streams |
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Run through my blood |
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Run through my day dreams |
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Andalusia's sky |
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When it calls me |
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I feel my heart fly |
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Bohemienne |
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No one knows where my story begins |
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Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends |
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Bohemienne, bohemienne |
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Come tomorrow, I'll wander again |
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Bohemienne, bohemienne |
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Here's my fate in the lines of my hands |
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Here's my fate in the lines of my hands |
