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Within the regions of the air within the regions ot the air there are my friends all jumpin’ there they cant get bored them all are singin songs within............. theres lucky luke he’d never moan a blonde nice girls near him shes smiling on within ............ theres pablo with his shabby and old untuned guitar but, boy, his voice was gold within .................. theres my white angel she’s so pure with all the innocent she’s now be sure we were all there sittin in a cafe bar and Galileo served tea for us now they’re still there all cheer up in coffee bars still Galileo smiles in the fuss within.......... there are my girl’s kids and their cars some used to swear but now they’ve met the Lord within......... there are some girls whose blood grew white cos they were good and now they see no night within........ there is my granny happy gorgeous everyone out there is courting her within........... Paolo & Francesca on my back door shes playing guitar hes drumming on the floor |