Letra da Música: Celtic princess - Van Langen

Coming from Dover, now sitting in Paris,
got to find a way to get home.
No cigarettes, just this bottle of gin
and those Pakistanis gave us some food.
That´s where we met on a railway-station
and a train will bring us home.
That´s where we met, my Celtic princess and me,
but I´ve got to go home Celtic princess.

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Celtic princess, Celtic princess,
Celtic princess stay with me
Celtic princess, Celtic princess,
Celtic princess let it be (rep.)

I remember the sound of the rolling train,
as we rolled the rails in the pooring rain,
and in the dark of the night,
I´ve seen the light in your eyes,
that I´ll never forget my Celtic princess.

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Weary hair, an fucked up trenchcoat,
broken nails and dust in her throat,
we were feeling like the last of camelot,
living a dream no one would understand but

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It doesn`t matter how long love takes, me and you forever in our minds.
Well I don`t know your way and you don`t know mine, but in the end
we`ll meet again my celtic princess.

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