| Tune down the ventures at the gray skyline
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| Chances are even to your state of mind
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| Turn, darling, simple like a gentle man
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| New as the sun in the morning land
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| You have officially created skied
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| A fine understanding as you would might
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| Ideas, they are perfect
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| Words that I drew
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| And so, you are the builder
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| Four, horses, run (four horses run, four horses run)
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| Fast in the evening sun
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| «Juliet, because of you»
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| Screams «Juliet, where are you»
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| Ask me to dance
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| Or if you will take me
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| Out again to the wide open mood
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| To where you’d always find the middle
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| Because you, you are the builder
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| So there’ll be ventures at the gray skyline
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| The chances are even, it’s your state of mind
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| Your love seems unreal, his dreams might come true
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| I cannot help that to love her true
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| Four, horses, run (four horses run, four horses run)
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| Fast in the evening sun
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| «Juliet, because of you»
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| Screams «Juliet, where are you» |