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    Mike Rutherford Romani текст песни

    Romani

    There never was a moment I wasn’t sure
    I would be someone who roamed the world
    And when the time was ready and so was I
    get out of here onto the streets
    Who’ll make everything better, who’ll make everything better.

    The life that I was living, the great outdoors
    Stars up above me everynight, as I lay down my head
    Who’ll make everything better, who’ll make everything better.

    Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the way
    You’re where you want to be out on the open road again
    Ain’t that peculiar, you’re on you’re own again
    You’re on your own, on your own, I guess you always were.

    One day you come to realise you’re getting old
    No one to share the lonely days, to be together
    Who’ll make everything better, who’ll make everything better.

    Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the way
    Too late to change it all, the gypsy in your blood has gone
    Ain’t that peculiar, you’re on your own again
    You’re on your own, on your own, until the very end.



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