| Just thought of a tune called «The Boy From Bombay»
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| I ain’t got no idea what I am gon' say
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| A melody of something that I feel
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| And wondering if this tune is really real
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| Feel it, just sing to yourself about the boy from Bombay
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| Feels kinda close, but it’s actually far away
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| It’s all a kind of magic mystery
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| Just as much to you as it is to me
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| But I know the boy from Bombay
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| She loved the boy from Bombay
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| She loved him with all of her heart
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| With all of her heart, with all of her heart
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| With all of her heart, with all of her heart, with her
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| Feels like some love riding on a wind of spring
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| And love in all forms is a beautiful, beautiful thing
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| If you find yourself trying to hum
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| Remember where the melody came from
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| It’s the song or the tune or the boy from Bombay
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| Feels kinda close, but it’s actually far away
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| Especially for you if you’re kind of blue
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| I feel good about it, and I hope you do, too, ooh-ooh
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| The boy from Bombay
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| I’ll give that one to the DJ |