(Nicula/Bojescu)
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If you wake me in the morning I would see the night
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If you say that I'm goin' to be in a dire plight
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I would tell you let me now by my thoughts by devoured
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They are flying far away, why should I here stay?
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Crowded clouds above appear that I can't see the skies
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And my herat again is speared by one's loving eyes
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They are sending me a call to go on not to fall
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And it seems to me that I'm gonna leave in no time
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I have to leave in no time, I will leave in no time
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Now I know, I do know, I must go
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I must go to the door
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I will face, a new place with no waste
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I will waste tears no more
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Rising credence gets on with me 'cos I've lost all the pain
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And the future memory is making my sorrow wane
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And I'll try behind the scenes to change the way of winds
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'Cos it seems to me that I'm gonna leave in no time
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I have to leave in no time, I will leave in no time
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CHORUS REPEAT
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I Must Go
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| The Flying Postmen |
