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Lyrics:
I live with the old swing and trumpets
And fly through my country and play it
And those who have calling, they have it
And everyone needs a light
A place in the sun
I like your photographs
I need one
You act like a stranger and I'll bet
You gave them my number and the rest
To those who keep calling and run it
And everyone needs a light
A place in the sun
I like your photographs
I need one
Leave here a stranger
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