| Here where the sea shines
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| And the wind blows strong
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| On an old terrace
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| In front of the Gulf of Surriento
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| A man hugs a girl
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| After she had cried
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| Then he clears his throat
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| And the singing begins again
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| I love you so much
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| But so very well you know
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| It's a chain now
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| That melts the blood inside the veins, you know
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| He saw the lights in the middle of the sea
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| He thought of the nights there in America
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| But it was only the lamps
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| And the white trail of a propeller
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| She felt the pain in the music
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| She got up from the piano
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| But when she saw the moon come out of a cloud
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| Even death seemed sweet to him
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| He looked the girl in the eye
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| Those green eyes like the sea
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| Then suddenly a tear came out
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| And he thought he was drowning
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| I love you so much
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| But so very well you know
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| It's a chain now
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| That melts the blood inside the veins, you know
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| Power of opera
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| Where every drama is a fake
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| What with a little makeup and facial expressions
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| You can become another
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| But two eyes that look at you
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| So close and true
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| They make you forget the words
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| They confuse thoughts
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| So everything becomes small
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| Even the nights there in America
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| You turn around and see your life
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| Like the wake of a propeller
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| But yes, it is life that ends
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| But he didn't think much about it
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| On the contrary, he already felt happy
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| And he began his song again
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| I love you so much
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| But so very well you know
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| It's a chain now
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| That melts the blood inside the veins, you know
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| I love you so much
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| But so very well you know
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| It's a chain now
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| That melts the blood inside the veins
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| Inside the veins
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| Inside the veins |