| I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane
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| She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.
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| I gave her all the reasons for being in despair
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| She said that explanations won’t get you anywhere.
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| It’s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
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| It’s only the moments of choice that count in the end.
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| We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
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| And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
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| It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
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| The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
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| The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
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| The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.
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| She hit me in a weak spot, I knew that she was right
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| She said, ``Can you imagine a day without a night?
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| Good without the evil, is a cob without the corn
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| It’s with the aid of demons that angels can be born
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| It’s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
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| It’s only the moments of choice that count in the end.''
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| We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
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| And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
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| It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
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| The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
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| The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
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| The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.
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| We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
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| And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
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| It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
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| The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.
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| We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
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| And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
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| It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
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| The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. |