| I remember a night back home
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| Some distant years ago
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| As my dog ran along the road
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| As fast as he could go
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| And I know that the past is gone but
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| Some moments shine like gold
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| And I called as I followed
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| And all I called was
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| Oh-weh, oh-weh oh-weh
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| Oh-weh, and where do we go, eh?
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| Oh-weh oh-weh
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| Oh-weh, just on and on and on
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| I’m going to let go
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| I’m going to see you
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| I’m going to do all I was afraid
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| If I would forget
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| Who I thought I was
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| I’m gonna make a friend of chaos
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| Will you be my friend
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| Will you be my right hand
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| If I ran into my creature
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| So glad to meet you
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| Oscar Wilde, yeah
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| In the pause of a morning stare
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| In the roar of a midnight song
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| I’ve followed you out there
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| I’ve followed you old dog
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| When I run let me feel no care
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| Let me spark when the evening comes
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| What’s mine is mine to bear
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| So all I call is
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| Oh-weh, oh-weh oh-weh
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| Oh-weh, and where do we go, eh?
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| Oh-weh oh-weh
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| Oh-weh, just on and on and on
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| Up on the rooftops
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| As the day goes
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| All of the wild ones sing
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| «Where do we go?
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| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go?»
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| Just on and on and
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| Down in the alleys
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| Of broken bottles
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| All of the dogs echo
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| «Well how would I know?
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| Well how would I know?
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| Well how would I know?»
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| How would I know? |
| and
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| I’m going to let go
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| I’m going to see you
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| I’m going to do all I was afraid of
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| I will forget
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| Who I thought I was
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| I’m gonna make a friend of chaos
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| Will you be my friend
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| Will you be my right hand
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| If I went into my creature
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| I’m not gonna miss it
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| Oscar Wilde, yeah
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh
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| Ooh-weh, ooh-weh |