When he first cried
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His mother died
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I had tried to be his guide
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When he was born I was too young
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The father searches for the son!
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In ISTANBUL give him back to me!
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Oh, ISTANBUL give me back my brown-eyed son!
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Moonlight jumping through the trees
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Sunken eyes avoiding me,
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From dawn to dusk THE HUNT IS ON,
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The father searches for the son!
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In ISTANBUL give him back to me!
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Oh, ISTANBUL give me back my brown-eyed son!
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On secret streets in disbelief
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Little shadow shows the lead
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Prostitutes, stylish & glam
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In amongst them YOU ARE ONE
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Oh, what have I done?!
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Rolling breathless off the tongue
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The vicious street gang slang
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I lean into a box of pine
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Identify the kid as mine
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ISTANBUL
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ISTANBUL
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ISTANBUL
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ISTANBUL
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| Morrissey |
