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These feet have walked so many miles
And on so many continents,
Still this heart is beating wild
As yet of no great consequence
But o
When the rhythm is right
I catch a wind and fly
Far beyond these Paris nights
Into another consciousness
The fortune teller isn't right
It's scary but it's glorious
And o
I know this time
I'll catch a wind and fly
So many miles
Those days are gone!
You're still alive!
And after so,
So many miles!
I open up my weary eyes
To gaze upon the firmament
Again I'm under foreign skies
But longing's all that's permanent
And o
I know this time
I'll catch a wind and fly
So many miles
Those days are gone!
You're still alive!
And after so,
So many miles!
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