| The only love my heart approaches
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| Your tender eyes fill mine with roses
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| I drink your wine
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| And never will my heart dry inside
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| Or be denied
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| Walking like a lonely fool in Prague
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| Singing a love song and the words I wrote
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| I wrote for two
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| Gentle as a lullaby at night
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| I hear you humming private melodies
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| You’re near
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| BaBopByeYa, where are you my darling?
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| My BopByeYa, can you hear me calling?
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| Rewind the clock, our time’s approaching
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| Give us the eyes to guide us most when
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| We have no light to see throughout all our darkest days
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| And troubled ways
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| (Meet me at the door by the garden)
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| (Meet me at the door by the garden)
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| (Meet me at the door by the garden)
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| (I'll be waiting there)
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| BaBopByeYa, they know all about you
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| BaBopByeYa, I will leave without you
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| Ojos miran hacia la luna (Eyes look to the moon)
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| Evitan un mundo tan triste (Avoid a world so sad)
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| Dominado bajo el odio (Ruled under the hate)
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| Donde el amor no existe (Where there is no love)
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| Dame en su reino refugio (Give me refuge in your kingdom)
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| De la oscuridad peligrosa (From the dangerous darkness)
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| Espero en la esquina, Querida (I'll wait at the corner, my love)
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| Busco la llamanda amorosa (I'll search for the call of love)
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| Like a lonely matador at night
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| Fighting in the darkness for the light
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| I won’t stop until I hear the call of love
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| And when I’m alone, you are near to me
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| You have made a home in my memory
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| There you will abide for forever
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| And I will keep you warm in the night
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| (Like a lonely matador at night)
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| (Fighting in the darkness for the light)
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| In the face of an awful danger
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| He risks his life to save her
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| Lowly manger
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| Arms of strangers
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| To me
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| Allude me
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| Pursue me
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| Truly
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| I hear echoes of your laughter in the corners of my mind
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| While I memorize each detail of your intricate design
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| In your hair there is a symphony
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| Your lips, a string quartet
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| They tell stories of a Neon Valley Street
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| Where we first met
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| Now somewhere time pursues us
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| As we love in Technicolor
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| But I dwell in silence on your words
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| Which move me like none other
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| This time I shall be unafraid
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| And violence will not move me
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| This time we will relax
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| This time we will stay in our movie
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| I see beyond tomorrow
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| This life of strife and sorrow
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| My freedom calls and I must go
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| I must go
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| I must go
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| I must go… |