| Oh, the stars won’t come out if they know that you’re about
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| 'Cause they couldn’t match the brightness of your eyes
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| And oh, who am I? |
| Just an ordinary guy
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| Who tries his best to win me first prize
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| Oh, my Candida, we could make it together
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| But the further from here, girl, the better
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| Where the air is still fresh and still clean
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| Oh, my Candida, take my hand and I’ll lead you
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| I promise you life will be sweeter
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| It says so in my dreams
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| And, oh, this is bright, a 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 were you and I, in a house, girl, it’s no lie
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| She said all these things by right were yours and mine
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| Oh, my Candida, we could make it together
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| But the further from here, girl, the better
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| Where the air is still fresh and still clean
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| Oh, my Candida, take my hand and I’ll lead you
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| I promise you life will be sweeter
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| It says so in all of my dreams
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| Oh oh oh oh …
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| Oh, my Candida, we could make it together
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| But the further from here, girl, the better
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| Where the air is still fresh and still clean
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| Oh, my Candida, take my hand and I’ll lead you
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| I promise you life will be much much sweeter
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| It says so in all of my dreams |