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You live the life in black and white. |
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Streets so dark, you're shinin' bright. |
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But you're alone again tonight, Cabiria. |
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Your movie stars and painted lips, |
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shiny cars and mambo hips, |
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don't listen to he hypnotist, Cabiria. |
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Climb from the shadows, run through the trees. |
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Set down your sorrows, come find me. |
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You asked the yes men they all said no-- |
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Caibiria, I saw the show. |
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Don't you know I believe in you, Cabiria? |
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Peep through the keyhole, alone at last, |
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a lobster and your champagne glass. |
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Don't you know the scene so well, Cabiria? |
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Don't ask if I believe in you. |
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Do you believe in me? |
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Come through the twilight, back to my light, Cabiria |
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Climb from the shadows, run through the trees. |
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Set down your sorrows--give them to me. |
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Pack up all your worldly treasures, |
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your dreams of always and forevers. |
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Let them go, and then you'll know, Cabiria. |
