Rosaleem of the damascene
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Yes she had eyes like the moon
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Would have been
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on the silver screen
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But for the missile monsoon
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She went
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Woo woo
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Woo woo oo oo oo
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Indigo up in heaven today
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Woo woo
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Woo woo oo oo oo
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With bombs going
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Boom baboomboom
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She say
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I want to know
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When I can go
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Back and get drunk with my friends
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I want to know when I can go
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Back and be young again
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Baba would go
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where the flowers grow
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Almond and peach trees in bloom
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And he would know
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Just when and what to sow
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So golden and opportune
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He went
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Woo woo
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Woo woo oo oo oo
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Tulips the color of honey today
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it¡¯s true true
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Woo woo oo oo oo
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With bombs going
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Boom baboomboom
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He say
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Oh I want to know
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When I can go
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Back and get drunk
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with my friends
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I want to know
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When I can go
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Back and be young again
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Woo woo
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Woo woo oo oo oo
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Woo woo
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Woo woo oo oo oo
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Cherubim seraphim soon
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Come sailing us home
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by the light of the moon
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Oh I want to know
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When I can go
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Back and get drunk
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with my friends
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Oh I want to know
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When I can go
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Back and feel home again
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Woo woo
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Woo woo oo oo oo oo
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I guess we¡¯ll be raised
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on our own then
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Woo woo
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Woo woo oo oo oo oo
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I want to be with you
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til the world ends
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I want to be with you
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til the whole world ends
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Orphans
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Coldplay |