Tanging Mahal


Long ago, and, oh so far away
I fell in love with you
before the second show
Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear,
but you're not really here
It's just the radio
Don't you remember you told me
you loved me baby?
You said you'd be coming back this way
again baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby
I love you, I really do
Loneliness is such a sad affair,
and I can hardly wait
to be with you again
What to say, to make you come again?
Come back to me again,
and play your sad guitar







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