A hundred times I waited for the dawn with the gypsies A hundred times I was at the bottom and far away
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Let's go play softly once more, we won't go home yet, I won't find her there.
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We won't go home yet, I won't find her there.
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They talk about me, they don't know, so they lie, but the songs will remain, the truth to tell.
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Out of a million women, my friends, I really love the one who doesn't exist
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I really love the one that doesn't exist
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Sro pita, I welcomed the dawn with my legs, when the wine breaks me, I can't do anything
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I looked into the eyes of some sad women, we won't go home yet, she's not there
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We won't go home yet, she's not there
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They talk about me, they don't know so they lie
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But the songs will remain, they tell the truth
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Out of a million women my friends
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I really love the one that doesn't exist
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I really love the one that doesn't exist
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They talk about me, they don't know so they lie
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But the songs will remain, they tell the truth
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Out of a million women my friends
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I really love the one that doesn't exist
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I really love the one that doesn't exist |