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    Gigi D'agostino

    Gigi D'agostino

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    Added 23 February 2013 user Миша

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    I got two strong arms blessings of babylon
    With time to carry on and try
    For sins and false alarms
    So to america the brave
    Wise men save
    Near a tree by a river
    There's a hole in the ground
    Where an old man of aran
    Goes around and around
    And his mind is a beacon
    In the veil of the night
    For a strange kind of fashion
    There's a wrong and a right
    Near a tree by a river
    There's a hole in the ground
    Where an old man of Aran
    Goes around and around
    And his mind is a beacon
    In the veil of the night
    For a strange kind of fashion
    There's a wrong and a right
    But he'll never, never fight over you
    Near a tree by a river
    There's a hole in the ground
    Where an old man of aran
    Goes around and around
    And his mind is a beacon
    In the veil of the night
    For a strange kind of fashion
    There's a wrong and a right
    Near a tree by a river
    There's a hole in the ground
    Where an old man of Aran
    Goes around and around
    And his mind is a beacon
    In the veil of the night
    For a strange kind of fashion
    There's a wrong and a right
    But he'll never, never fight over you
    I got plans for us
    Nights in the scullery
    And days instead of me
    I only know what to discuss
    Of for anything but light
    Wise men fighting over you
    It's not me you see
    Pieces of valentine
    With just a song of mine
    To keep from burning history
    Seasons of gasoline and gold
    Wise men fold
    Near a tree by a river
    There's a hole in the ground
    Where an old man of aran
    Goes around and around
    And his mind is a beacon
    In the veil of the night
    For a strange kind of fashion
    There's a wrong and a right
    But he'll never, never fight over you
    I got time to kill
    Sly looks in corridors
    Without a plan of yours
    A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
    Thanks to the calling of the wild
    Wise mens child

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