Over houses, wires and hopes
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No heart-to-heart talk.
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Between us everything will remain the same -
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The number is dialed, the call is not pressed.
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True love is not tied with oaths,
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That's why my little boy's dream
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Everything dangles on patched roofs
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Factory outskirts and industrial zones.
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About that tonight the nights will be silent,
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That will be ruffled early in the morning,
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As if someone had me in a rush
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Wounded by sadness.
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As if someone had me in a rush
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Strongly wounded with sadness today,
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Found somewhere in the night
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Factory Outskirts...
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I didn't hide my heart under clothes
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And with the rains wandered at night
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And still burning in my uncurtained window
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The stars that I promised you.
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About that tonight the nights will be silent,
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Let the trams ring in the morning,
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As if someone had me in a rush
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Wounded by sadness.
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As if someone had me in a rush
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Strongly wounded with sadness today,
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Found somewhere in the night
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Factory Outskirts...
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So the agreement means - we are at the same time,
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And we are of the same blood with the passing freight cars,
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Adopters of harsh-looking cities,
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Voices of window openings,
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Breathe in, breathe in, I'm not alone
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Poplars, sparrows, roofs -
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Can you take me, can you take me
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Do you hear...
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About that tonight the nights will be silent,
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That will be ruffled early in the morning,
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As if someone had me in a rush
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Wounded by sadness.
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As if someone had me in a rush
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Strongly wounded with sadness today,
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Found somewhere in the night
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Factory outskirts.
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As if someone had me in a rush
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Wounded against the rules with sadness
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Found somewhere in the night
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Factory outskirts.
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Forgotten by us in the night
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Factory outskirts.
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Somewhere found in the night
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Factory Outskirts... |