I’m dreaming of your brazen arms again
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Your skin that’s softer than snow
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Keeps my darkness company
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I swear that I’ll never let go
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Girl be kind; Be mine,
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Let me be your troubadour
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I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
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You make a liar, you make a thief
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You make a prince out the poet in me
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I see two wild horses by a stream
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Heading for the old country
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A voice says “boy it’s all in your head”
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It’s seems pretty real to me
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Girl be kind; Be mine,
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Let me be your troubadour
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I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
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You make a liar, you make a thief
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You make a prince out the poet in me
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A Troubadour
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My love, my muse
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Come with me
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Cast out from the world we know
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Eastward bound, Out to the sea (2x)
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Our fortune awaits us there
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Our fortune awaits us there
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Doll, be kind, be fine,
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Let me be your troubadour
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I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
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I was a liar, I was a Thief
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You made a king out of the poet in me
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A Troubadour
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Troubador
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| Kula Shaker |
