| My people who are on the hill
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| Lying like an old man dying
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| The pain of abandonment is my sad company
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| My people I leave you my joys...
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| My love, I take your smile
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| That was the source of my first love
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| Love I promise you how and when I don't know
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| But I know, I only know that I will return...
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| What will it be, what will it be, what will it be
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| what will become of my life what will it be
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| If I know a lot or I don't know anything, tomorrow it will be seen
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| And it will be what it will be...
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| What will it be, what will it be, what will it be
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| what will become of my life what will it be
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| In the night my guitar will sadly sound
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| And a girl in my town will cry...
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| Almost all of my friends have already left
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| And the others will leave after me
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| I'm sorry because I loved your nice company
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| But it's my life and I have to go...
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| What will it be, what will it be, what will it be
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| what will become of my life what will it be
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| If I know a lot or I don't know anything, tomorrow it will be seen
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| And it will be what it will be...
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| What will it be, what will it be, what will it be
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| what will become of my life what will it be
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| In the night my guitar will sadly sound
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| And a girl in my town will dream...
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| What will it be... |