| I’m dreaming of your brazen arms again
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| Your skin that’s softer than snow
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| Keeps my darkness company
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| I swear that I’ll never let go
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| Girl be kind; |
| Be mine
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| Let me be your troubadour
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| I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
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| You make a liar, you make a cheat
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| You make a prince out the poet in me
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| I see two wild horses by a stream
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| Heading for the old country
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| A voice says «boy it’s all in your head»
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| It’s seems pretty real to me
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| Girl be kind; |
| Be mine
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| Let me be your troubadour
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| I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
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| You make a liar, you make a cheat
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| You make a prince out the poet in me
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| A Troubadour
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| My love, my muse
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| Come with me
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| Cast out from the world we know
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| Eastward bound
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| Out to the sea
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| Our fortune awaits us there
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| Our fortune awaits us there
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| Doll, be kind, be fine
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| Let me be your troubadour
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| I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
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| I was a liar, I was a freak
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| You made a king out of the poet in me
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| A Troubadour |