(Nicula/Bojescu)
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That's outside, it's getting dark
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That's inside, you light a spark
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M-m-m an' moreover
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It is rather cold now please do us a favour
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To let us come in flying
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And right away we're gonna hold on
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If you decide home to invite us
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That's right, the sun has gone
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That is night, the moon has come
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M-m-m an' moreover
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The fierce wind blows now please do us a favour
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To let us come in flying
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CHORUS REPEAT
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Standing by the window you will have a look below your floor
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Getting what we have meant you'll unlock your crack-brained door
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(whoopee)
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And right away come what may
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Right away come what may
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To let us come in flying
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CHORUS REPEAT
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Come What May
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| The Flying Postmen |
