| Give me your hand, give me the other
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| I want you to kiss me on the mouth
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| And a guitar give me a drink
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| I don't think he wants anything else
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| I only want the daily bread
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| A woman to keep me company
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| May I never miss a good friend
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| I don't need a coat if it's cold
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| I ask few things from life
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| The ones that can go with me
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| when you hit the destination
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| Give me your hand, give me the other
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| I want you to kiss me on the mouth
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| And a guitar give me a drink
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| I don't think he wants anything else.
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| I don't want to be a politician or rich
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| More I do not dream of powers and laurels
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| I know that you only object to me
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| And foolish vanities of poets
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| I ask few things from life...
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| Give me your hand, give me the other...
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| And a guitar give me a drink...
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| I'm never the one to start a fight
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| And sometimes I even turn the other cheek
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| More if it is my freedom home outside
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| I'm not one of those who lose without a fight
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| I ask few things from life...
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| Give me your hand, give me the other...
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| And a guitar give me another drink...
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| Give me your hand, give me the other...
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| And a guitar give me another drink...
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| Give me your hand, give me the other...
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| And a guitar give me another drink...
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| Give me your hand, give me the other...
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| And a guitar give me another drink... |