Letras:
Amp Fiddler

'Cause everythin' [Incomprehensible] You the one I've been dreamin' of Baby, you've gone away Say you'll never come back again And I know that If I don

I'm not chattin', not on the spot Not smoking pot, like it or not Not trying to not tie a knot with you Not missing my shot, and what not Sail hundreds

Everything you think is not the way it really is Is no truth babe, no trust If you think I'm running in the streets while you're gone I'll be there,

It's a funky Monday Not quite like Friday It's a funky Monday Wish it was Saturday It's a funky Monday Not quite like Friday It's a funky Monday Day

well, i don't wanna be a soldier mama, i don't wanna die well, i don't wanna be a sailor mama, i don't wanna fly well, i don't wanna be a failure mama

Oh my love for the first time in my life My eyes are wide open Oh my lover for the first time in my life My eyes can see I see the wind, oh I see the

alone here And still waiting for you Oh, I really did fail for the first time Spoke the fiddler, poor old fiddler The fiddler on the green The fiddler

alone here And still waiting for you Oh I really did fail for the first time Spoke the fiddler, poor old fiddler The fiddler on the green The fiddler

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