| The stars won’t come out
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| If they know that you’re about
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| 'Cause they couldn’t match the glow of your eyes
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| And, oh, who am I
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| Just an ordinary guy
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| Trying hard to win me first prize
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| Oh, Candida
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| We could make it together
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| The further from here, girl, the better
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| Where the air is fresh and clean
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| Hmm, Candida
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| Just take my hand and I’ll lead ya
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| I promise life will be sweeter
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| And it said so in my dreams
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| The future is bright
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| The gypsy told me so last night
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| Said she saw our children playing in the sunshine
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| And there was you and I
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| In a house, baby, no lie
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| And all these things were yours and they were mine
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| Whoa my, Candida
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| We could make it together
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| The further from here, girl, the better
|
| Where the air is fresh and clean
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| Hmm, Candida
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| Just take my hand and I’ll lead ya
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| I promise life will be sweeter
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| And it said so in my dreams
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| And, oh, who am I
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| Just an ordinary guy
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| You know, I’m trying hard to win me first prize
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| Oh my, Candida
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| We could make it together
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| The further from here, girl, the better
|
| Where the air is fresh and clean
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| Whoa my, Candida
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| Just take my hand and I’ll lead ya
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| I promise that life will be sweeter
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| And it said so in my dreams |