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Maybe my song isn't happy enough but I, |
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I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me |
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My coffee gets cold as I'm staring enthralled |
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At the snow that keeps falling outside |
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And traveling light is a curse and a blessing |
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For someone like me whose heart has gone missing |
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So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain |
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And I'm writing your name on the clouds |
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And see you in London or maybe in Paris |
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Berlin will be waiting, and so will be Rome |
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And maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice |
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And I will be on my way home. |
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I'm dialing long distance with frozen fingers |
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Double-oh-one and familiar numbers |
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You sound so strange, then I ran out of change |
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How are you dear, yeah it's still snowing here |
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Are you doing all right, are you lonely at night |
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Oh la Venezia |
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Mi fa cosi bene |
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Esco ogni sera e vado a ballare |
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Che ben atmosfera, che bellissima neve |
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Non ce proprio niente che mi posso mancare |
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Maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice |
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And I will be on my way home |