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I hear violins |
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I hear violins |
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I hear violins, when I close my eyes |
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I am at the sun |
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I hear violins, when I close my eyes |
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I am at the sun |
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I hear violins, when I close my eyes |
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I am at the sun |
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I hear violins, when I close my eyes |
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I am at the sun |
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Young boy in the market follows all the men |
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When the men leave, he's out of his head |
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When his eyes are closed again |
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He sees the dark market of above, oh then |
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And he sings they break the most beautiful things |
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I hear violins, when I close my eyes |
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I am at the sun |
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I hear violins, when I close my eyes |
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I am at the sun |
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I hear violins, when I close my eyes |
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I am at the sun |
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I hear violins, when I close my eyes |
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I am at the sun |
