| Thousand Italians they came from afar
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| Most of them crying, their heads to the ground
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| To see the old man die at the end of the day
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| For he was their father
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| And they all knew his name
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| Old Don Luigi, the king of them all
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| He laid on his crown, now his kingdom will fall
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| We hear the preachers pray
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| And the sermons they gave
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| For he was a father and we all knew his name
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| Soon we all will cry
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| Don Luigi when you die
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| Corleone’s son, your star fades away
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| And we all will try
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| Just to kiss and say goodbye
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| Corleone’s son, your star fades away
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| Old Don Luigi, he called for his son
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| And wrote down the name of the man with the gun
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| And then the old man died at the end of the day
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| For he was our father
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| And we all knew his name
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| Soon we all will cry
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| Don Luigi when you die
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| Corleone’s son, your star fades away
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| And we all will try
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| Just to kiss and say goodbye
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| Corleone’s son, your star fades away
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| Soon we all will cry
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| Don Luigi when you die
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| Corleone’s son, your star fades away
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| And we all will try
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| Just to kiss and say goodbye
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| Corleone’s son, your star fades away
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| Corleone’s son, your star fades away |