| Saved by her grace, Oh so fair without a lock of hair
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| Grabs her by the waist, lifts her high above
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| Says: Behold my love!
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| With you, I’ll never be lonely
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| Without you I’ll never be sane
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| For you, I shall conquer the oceans
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| For you, I’ll just leave them again
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| Absinthe love affairs, we fill our lungs with hymns of
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| Pride and poverty and we shall overcome
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| Bring her into our hearts of tar and stone
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| Until that warm embrace will come
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| Absinthe love affairs, we fill our lungs with hymns of
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| Pride and poverty and we shall overcome
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| Bring her into our hearts of tar and stone
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| Until that warm embrace will come
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| Words so tender, slowly whispered
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| Heed her bittersweet caress
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| Swears he’ll never leave, he’ll never lie to her again
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| Never lie to her again, he’ll never lie to her again
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| My dear, forgive me my feelings
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| My dear, I’ll give you my all
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| Just save me from all these thoughts now
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| Just spare me, be there when I fall
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| Woken by her voice
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| A song she’s hummed so many times before
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| Hear her calling, hear her yearning
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| For his hand again
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| With you, I’ll never be lonely
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| Without you I’ll never be sane
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| For you, I shall conquer the oceans
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| For you, I’ll just leave them again
|
| Absinthe love affairs, we fill our lungs with hymns of
|
| Pride and poverty and we shall overcome
|
| Bring her into our hearts of tar and stone
|
| Until that warm embrace will come
|
| Absinthe love affairs, we fill our lungs with hymns of
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| Pride and poverty and we shall overcome
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| Bring her into our hearts of tar and stone
|
| Until that warm embrace will come
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| Absent delo lubovi intrigami napolnim
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| Gordosti i bednost' mi preodoleem
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| Priglasim eyo v nashi serdsa iz smoli i kamnya
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| Tepla darite skorey!
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| Absent delo lubovi intrigami napolnim
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| Gordosti i bednost' mi preodoleem
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| Priglasim eyo v nashi serdsa iz smoli i kamnya
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| Tepla darite skorey! |