| She never took the train alone
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| She hated being on her own
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| She always took me by the hands
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| And said, she needs me
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| She never wanted love to fail
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| She always hoped that it was real
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| She’d look me in the eyes
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| And say, «Believe me»
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| And then the night becomes the day
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| And there’s nothing left to say
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| If there’s nothing left to say
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| Then something’s wrong .
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| Oh, tonight you killed me with your smile
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| So beautiful and wild, so beautiful
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| Oh, tonight you killed me with your smile
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| So beautiful and wild, so beautiful and wild…
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| So beautiful and wild, so beautiful and wild
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| And as the hands would turn with time
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| She’d always say that she was my mine
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| She’d turn and lend a smile
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| To say that she’s gone
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| But in a whisper she’d arrive
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| And danced into my life
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| Like a music melody
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| Like a lovers’ song
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| Oh, tonight you killed me with your smile
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| So beautiful and wild, so beautiful
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| Oh, tonight you killed me with your smile
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| So beautiful and wild, so beautiful and wild
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| So beautiful and wild, so beautiful and wild… |