| I roamed the world for love and glory
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| Full-time ambassador of mirth
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| I never thought that I’d be sorry
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| To squander most of my true worth
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| The sun beats down on the valley
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| The waves crash on the shore
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| I was a soldier of the alley
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| I cannot fight there anymore
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| So now I just wait for the hour
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| Lips parted like a kiss
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| I just assume there is a power
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| Who can deliver me from this
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| The sun beats down on the valley
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| The waves crash on the shore
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| I was a soldier of the alley
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| I cannot fight there anymore
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| They say that love is like a flower
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| That bows so graceful to the light
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| But I’ve seen most true love go sour
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| Then blossom in the dead of night
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| I can’t be certain of the hour
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| Or who will bear that final kiss
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| I must assume there is a power
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| Who can deliver me from this
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| The sun beats down on the valley
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| The waves crash on the shore
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| I was a soldier of the alley
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| I cannot fight there anymore
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| To roam the world for love and glory
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| To roam the world at all
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| Who would have thought that I’d be sorry
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| To squander it all
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| The sun beats down on the valley
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| The waves push up against the shore
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| I was a soldier on the alley
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| I cannot fight there anymore |