(Blackmore/Coverdale)
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I have often told you stories
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About the way
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I lived the life of a drifter
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Waiting for the day
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When I'd take your hand
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And sing you songs
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Then maybe you would say
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Come lay with me love me
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And I would surely stay
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But I feel I'm growing older
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And the songs that I have sung
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Echo in the distance
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Like the sound
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Of a windmill goin' 'round
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I guess I'll always be...
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A soldier of fortune
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Many times I've been a traveller
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I looked for something new
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In days of old
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When nights were cold
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I wandered without you
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But those days I thougt my eyes
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Had seen you standing near
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Though blindness is confusing
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It shows that you're not here
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Now I feel I'm growing older
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And the songs that I have sung
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Echo in the distance
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Like the sound
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Of a windmill goin' 'round
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I guess I'll always be...
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A soldier of fortune
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Yes, I can hear the sound
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Of a windmill goin' 'round
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I guess I'll always be
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A soldier of fortune
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Soldier of fortune
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| Whitesnake |
