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We walked in the cold air |
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Freezing breath on a window pane |
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Lying and waiting |
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A man in the dark in a picture frame |
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So mystic and soulful |
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A voice reaching out in a piercing cry |
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It stays with you until |
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The feeling has gone only you and I |
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It means nothing to me |
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This means nothing to me |
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Oh, Vienna |
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The music is weaving |
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Haunting notes, pizzicato strings |
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The rhythm is calling |
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Alone in the night as the daylight brings |
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A cool empty silence |
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The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky |
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It fades to the distance |
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The image has gone only you and I |
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It means nothing to me |
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This means nothing to me |
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Oh, Vienna |
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This means nothing to me |
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This means nothing to me |
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Oh, Vienna |
