I roamed the world for love and glory
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Full-time ambassador of mirth
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I never thought that I'd be sorry
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To squander most of my true worth
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The sun beats down on the valley
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The waves crash on the shore
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I was a soldier of the alley
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I cannot fight there anymore
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So now I just wait for the hour
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Lips parted like a kiss
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I just assume there is a power
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Who can deliver me from this
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The sun beats down on the valley
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The waves crash on the shore
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I was a soldier of the alley
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I cannot fight there anymore
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They say that love is like a flower
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That bows so graceful to the light
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But I've seen most true love go sour
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Then blossom in the dead of night
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I can't be certain of the hour
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Or who will bear that final kiss
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I must assume there is a power
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Who can deliver me from this
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The sun beats down on the valley
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The waves crash on the shore
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I was a soldier of the alley
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I cannot fight there anymore
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To roam the world for love and glory
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To roam the world at all
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Who would have thought that I'd be sorry
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To squander it all
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The sun beats down on the valley
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The waves push up against the shore
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I was a soldier on the alley
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I cannot fight there anymore
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Song Of The Valley
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| John Cale |
