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From Belfast to Dublin, she spoke of a planWe were on the early train, she's divorced a manIt was kind of obscure, 'guess you wanna sing?''I got many repertoires, you can play guitar for me from now'
From Lisbon to Berlin, we played all the streetsWe just could not admit, admit our life's defeatIt was time to flip a coin to decide which way we goWe were all immigrants laying down on promenade
The only thing that I'm to give to you is what I playThe only way that I'm to live is no one else's wayLa la la...
Inta, inta, inta, tishrab eh? Ya tara fih eh? Ya tara fih eh?Tayyib, anna awiz shay w mayya saq'a, taht amr-ikInta, inta, inta, ala fen? Wist il-balad, wist it-baladImshi ala tul li-hadd midan silman basha, w ba'den?Hena, hena, hena, hena, hena kuwayyis ya beh?
The only thing that I'm to give to you is what I playThe only way that I'm to live is no one else's wayThe only thing that I'm to give to you is what I playThe only way that I'm to live is singing everyday
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