| I have often told you stories
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| About the way
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| I lived the life of a drifter
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| Waiting for the day
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| When I'd take your hand
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| And sing you songs
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| Then maybe you would say
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| Come lay with me love me
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| And I would surely stay
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| But I feel I'm growing older
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| And the songs that I have sung
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| Echo in the distance
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| Like the sound
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| Of a windmill goin' 'round
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| I guess I'll always be
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| A soldier of fortune
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| Many times I've been a traveller
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| I looked for something new
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| In days of old
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| When nights were cold
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| I wandered without you
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| But those days I thought my eyes
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| Had seen you standing near
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| Though blindness is confusing
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| It shows that you're not here
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| Now I feel I'm growing older
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| And the songs that I have sung
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| Echo in the distance
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| Like the sound
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| Of a windmill goin' 'round
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| I guess I'll always be
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| A soldier of fortune
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| Yes, I can hear the sound
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| Of a windmill goin' 'round
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| I guess I'll always be
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| A soldier of fortune |