| Put a ribbon round my neck and call me a libertine
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| I will sing you songs of dreams I used to dream
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| I will sail away on seas of silver and gold
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| Until I reach my home
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| Give me a guitar and I'll be your troubadour
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| Your strolling minstrel, 12th century door to door
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| I don't know anymore, if that feeling is past will it last
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| Oh, how can you be sure?
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| And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
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| And how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?
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| Give me a stage and I'll be your rock and roll queen
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| Your 20th century cover of a magazine
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| Rolling Stone here I come, watch out everyone
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| I'm singing, I'm singing my song
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| Give me a festival and I'll be your Glastonbury star
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| The lights are shining everyone knows who you are
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| Singing songs about dreams about hopes about schemes
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| Ooohhh, they just came true
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| And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
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| And how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?
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| And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
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| And how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?
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| And if you want it too
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| Then there's nothing left to do
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| Let's start a band, let's start a band
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| Let's start a band, let's start a band
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| And if you want it too
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| Then there's nothing left to do
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| Let's start a band, let's start a band
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| Let's start a band, let's start a band
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| And if you want it too
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| Then there's nothing left to do
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| Let's start a band, let's start a band
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| Let's start a band, let's start a band
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| And if you want it too
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| Then there's nothing left to do |