| And you come to me at sunset around the city N
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| Your evening dress does not cover your knees.
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| You go into the distance, there is no one around you.
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| You are like the birth of a cyclone, you are not of this world.
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| Chorus:
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| The opponent tramples on a cigarette butt, the flowers have wilted long ago
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| An empty alley rings, you walk through the city, you, you, you.
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| He keeps looking at the road, it's easy to understand,
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| Crossing your legs, you look past him.
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| In the lightning of a sleepless night you get into my Citroen
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| And I'm rolling downhill in the county town N.
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| You are burning with passion, it is easy to understand.
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| Crossing your legs, you look past him.
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| Chorus:
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| The opponent tramples on a cigarette butt, the flowers have wilted long ago
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| An empty alley rings, you walk through the city, you, you, you.
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| He keeps looking at the road, it's easy to understand,
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| Crossing your legs, you look past him.
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| The opponent tramples on a cigarette butt, the flowers have wilted long ago
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| An empty alley rings, you walk through the city, you, you, you.
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| He keeps looking at the road, it's easy to understand,
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| Crossing your legs, you look past him. |