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I have often told you stories about the way |
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I lived the life of a drifter, waiting for the day |
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When I’d take your hand and sing you songs, then maybe you would say |
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Come lay with me and love me, 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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Like the sound of a windmill going round |
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I guess I’ll always be a soldier of fortune |
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Many times I’ve been a traveler who looked for something new |
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In days of old when nights were cold I wandered without you |
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Those days I thought my eyes have seen you standing near |
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Though blindness is confusing it shows that you’re not here |
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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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Like the sound of a windmill going round |
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I guess I’ll always be a soldier of fortune |
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I can hear the sound of a windmill going round |
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I guess I’ll always be a soldier of fortune |
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I guess I’ll always be a soldier of fortune |
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Hlustaðu á lagið, þá ættiru að fatta þetta (Em-D-C). Þetta eru í rauninni ekki hljómar, heldur nóturnar sem eru spilaðar sem intro að viðlaginu. Sömuleiðis með (Am-G-F) |
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