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I found everything nearer than it was.
It sounds unbelievable. Man, it was.
Everytime I thought I have to search the one,
and I thought I'm lost when I found no-one.
But now I see, she's been here all the time.
She's in my heart, under my eyes.
But I can't reach her for these ties.
They keep me longing and nothing satisfies.

She's somebodys own, but some day we'll be we.
I'm still waiting for the day. The day when she'll be free.
Holy day will come and lead us to the Paris.
The city of romance and Bohemian Rhapsodies.

Well, I know this waiting might be needless.
But I don't want to sing a Yesterday of Beatles.
I don't want to have heartaches by no other woman.
I can wait here alone because I know I'm her man.
I'm here with my guitar playing this song.
Time just keeps going. It goes and goes on.
One very sane phrase finally found what I surround.
What goes around comes back around.

She's somebodys own, but some day we'll be we.
I'm still waiting for the day. The day when she'll be free.
Holy day will come and lead us to the Paris.
The city of romance and Bohemian Rhapsodies.

Now we are here together singing love songs.
We are dancing here together like we have wings.
You sing like a siren, like always and
we are waiting for a flight to France.
We want to meet Morrison and friends,
our journey of life will never end.
I'm still asking you one more dance.
After that I'll craddle you in beautiful trance.

She's somebodys own, but some day we'll be we.
I'm still waiting for the day. The day when she'll be free.
Holy day will come and lead us to the Paris.
The city of romance and Bohemian Rhapsodies.

-Tero Leskinen, 26.12.2008