Einstein for Spain

My carriage, they robbed it
while I was at the fair,
my carriage, they robbed it
while I slept at night.

Chorus:
Where would my carriage be?
Where would my carriage be? (x2)

They told me they removed
all the shiny nails
thinking they were made of gold:
that´s how clean they were.

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Wherever it is, my carriage is mine alone
because I grew up inside it, down by the river.
If I ever find it, you´ll come with me
on my love carriage, down the path.

I say out loud, on the path
as I´m talking with the fair´s patrons
that above its front, you can see
my name carved by fire.

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