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Like Angel's voice, I heard her
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She said: «look-so it's him. |
Good God stands at the crossroads, he will show you
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way."
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Already at the end of the day I can see your image
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I see the places I've been, I see people in a crowd
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Already at the end of the day, an empty glass sounds
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I think it's a dream ...
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Well, well, well, well, well, well
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Already at the end of the day I can see your image
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Oranges in an empty glass are my belongings
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Already at the end of the day, an empty glass sounds
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I think it's a dream ...
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Ref
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Like Angel's voice, I heard her
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She said: «look-so it's him. |
Good God stands at the crossroads, he will show you
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way."
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Already at the end of the day I can see your image
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I see lips in which I have drowned my pain more than once
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Already at the end of the day, I hear a soft whisper
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I think it's a dream ...
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Well, well, well, well, well, well
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Already at the end of the day I can see your image
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I see my hands, I feel my heart - this is my ideal
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Already at the end of the day - but not alone
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But he is not alone ...
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Ref
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Like Angel's voice, I heard her
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She said: «look-so it's him. |
Good God stands at the crossroads, he will show you
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way." |