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I never thought I'd be so free |
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The children runnin' through the streets of old Thera |
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Filling my cup with joy and dancing in Hara |
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The sand was red, the sea was blue |
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Your eyes were burning in a stained volcano sky |
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Laoutas sound the horn to guide us, as the ocean seagulls fly |
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She is an island in the gypsy city night |
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She, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the sky |
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She will melt away your sorrow in her santorini eyes |
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The western shores can be so cruel |
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I told Maria we would never be the same |
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We can't afford to play the mule |
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When debt is like a lion on the hunt for dignity and shame |
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She, is an island in the gypsy city night |
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She, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the sky |
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She will melt away your sorrow in her santorini eyes |
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She, is an island in the gypsy city night |
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She, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the sky |
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She will melt away your sorrow in her santorini... |
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You can hear the music playing as she opens up the sky |
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She will melt away your sadness in her santorini eyes |