| Ooo ooo ooo ooo
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| Magdalena, you can’t come back for me
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| running in your long black cape
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| Magdalena, don’t turn to look at me
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| I think the tears might stain your face
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| You dropped a glove somewhere
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| I think I saw it clearly
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| but it might have been a dream
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| I dreamed that maybe you’d
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| outrun your pain
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| the feeling still remains
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| two sisters in the night
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| like the feeling of Brussels in the rain
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| Magdalena, whoa ooo, Magdalena
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| I can feel your prayers of love
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| they are tempting, they are burning me
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| don’t you think they’ve been enough
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| the convent bells are tolling
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| you broken cross is smoking
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| I think you know you don’t have long
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| would you believe me if I were burning in your flames
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| the feeling still remains
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| two sisters in the night
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| like the feeling of Brussels in the rain
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| Magdalena, Ooooa
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| Magdalena, I wear your emblem on my heart
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| It is twisting, it is yearning
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| would you please tell me how to stop
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| are the blankets cold. |
| Are you warm tonight?
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| I can’t feel you in this dark
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| the string await your touch
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| a cello knows your name
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| the feeling still remains
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| like two sisters in the night
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| like the feeling of Brussels in the rain
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| Magdalena, now don’t forget me
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| running in your long black cape
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| Magdalena, don’t try and reach for me
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| no turning back you can’t escape
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| you dropped a glove somewhere
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| I think I saw it clearly
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| but it might have been a dream
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| I dreamed at last that maybe you’d
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| outrun your pain the feeling still remains
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| two sisters in the night
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| like the feeling of Brussels in the rain |