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Actually, I hate or at least don't really like you, Boris Yeltsin because I'm russian and I know about you anything. But the song is great *-*.
CThink I wanna dieG if you don't stay Amdrop dead in placeEm you can forget it
DmCarry a torch for days,G I'm gonna let it burn
C G Am Em Dm G
AmI remember watching as youC slowly loaded up the loom. AmOn repeat: CaravanC and we danced around the room.
FOnce insecure about your Cscar but I think you got over it.
AmDreamt of marimbas made from the Cbones of our relatives, Amwho never live as long as we Cthink that they oughta live.
FYou dreamt of sex with tigers CI tried to get my head around that one!
Left in a disguise for the faraway Traveled all alone through boring meadows while I sat at home wishing we could elope.. Will you ever know what you do to me? I'm on my broken knees, no end of sorrow. Sorry if that’s twee but it's tomorrow's hope