| Such a night - know, run away,
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| If you do not want ah-ah-ah.
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| On the mind of a penny suitcase,
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| And Papagan is dancing in his hand.
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| Coast south, blizzard north, make our feet, horde. |
| (Yes)
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| Far, far stars are sad, press the pedal, fool. |
| (Yes Yes Yes)
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| Pull-pull the golden fog, street friends, love us again.
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| Pull-pull the golden mist, stop, the caravan has arrived.
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| Such a night - know, run away,
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| Seeing off in the winter, meet in the spring.
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| Better hug the ocean
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| Than forgotten love and a glass.
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| Far, far stars are sad, smoke in your pocket and - let's go (yes)
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| Happiness - handfuls and trucks, but it's a pity that not forever. |
| (yes, yes, yes, yes)
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| Pull-pull the golden fog, street friends, love us again.
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| Pull-pull the golden mist, stop, the caravan has arrived.
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| Pull-pull the golden fog, street friends, love us again.
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| Pull-pull the golden mist, stop, the caravan has arrived.
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| Pull-pull the golden fog, street friends, love us again.
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| Pull-pull the golden mist, stop, the caravan has arrived.
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| Pull-pull the golden fog, street friends, love us again.
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| Pull-pull the golden mist, stop, the caravan has arrived.
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| Pull-pull the golden fog, street friends, love us again.
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| Pull-pull the golden mist, stop, the caravan has arrived. |