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36 lines
814 B
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It's time to path the way
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Rainy night, evening, night,
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When the pilots, let's face it, there is nothing -
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We landed at the table,
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Let's talk about that, about this
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And our favorite song sing.
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Chorus:
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It is time the road-way,
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The road far, far, far go.
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Above the threshold nice
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Push the silver you wings.
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Let fate will throw us away, let them!
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You to the heart only one not allowed.
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I will strictly follow -
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I can see everything from the top - you can be sure!
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We now have fun, fun, fun,
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What are you, my dear, snub nose hung?
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We drink and drink two times
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For our brave U-2,
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But so that tomorrow is not a headache.
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Chorus.
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We guys are brave, brave, brave,
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But so as not to jinx us curly girlfriend,
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We even before departure
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They kiss passionately
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And three times, spit over your left shoulder.
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Chorus. 1946
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