| Maybe my song isn’t happy enough but I,
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| I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me.
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| My coffee gets cold as I’m staring in throws
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| At the snow that keeps falling outside.
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| And traveling light is a curse and a blessing
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| For someone like me whose heart has gone missing.
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| So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain
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| And I’m writing your name on the clouds.
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| And see you in London or maybe in Paris.
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| Berlin will be waiting, and so will we roam.
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| And maybe I’ll see you again when it’s snowing in Venice
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| And I will be on my way home.
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| Oh la Venezia
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| Mi fa cosi bene
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| Esco ogni sera e vado a ballare
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| Che ben atmosfera, che bellissima neve
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| Non c’e' proprio niente che mi posso mancare
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| Maybe I’ll see you again when it’s snowing in Venice
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| And I will be on my way home |