| One hundred, ten, twenty-five, to be honest, I'm tired of counting.
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| How many of them were around, how many of them were uncountable, I take what I want, but I want everything,
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| what is.
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| They, like water, stay more and more, just like the queue of the heart is occupied
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| And they tell me this is not accidental from every meeting, in every secret.
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| Chorus:
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| One calls to Paris, the other beckons to Rome, and a million to Beijing, each of them needs me.
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| And even above the ground and even somewhere on the water, they guard me everywhere.
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| I'll wave to the Moon, I'll fly to Mars, to the Milky Way, I'll probably turn a thousand times
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| Let them say something, but you know it's you, my dreams don't let me live.
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| Tunguska DJ and in Jamaica, water skiing in a red jersey on the moon and
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| sometimes in a dream I love you and I catch my dreams.
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| In Africa, America in sunny Australia, somewhere in Asia, on the coast of Italy,
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| In the Arctic, Antarctica, everywhere to the equator, in each, in each place, my
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| dreams.
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| Chorus:
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| One calls to Paris, the other beckons to Rome, and a million to Beijing, each of them needs me.
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| And even above the ground and even somewhere on the water, they guard me everywhere.
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| I'll wave to the Moon, I'll fly to Mars, to the Milky Way, I'll probably turn a thousand times
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| Let them say something, but you know it's you, my dreams don't let me live.
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| Me and you - the rest is all a dream. |
| The rest is all dreams, these are all dreams.
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| Me and you - I and you know about it, you and I know about it, the rest is all dreams.
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| Chorus:
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| One calls to Paris, the other beckons to Rome, and a million to Beijing, each of them needs me.
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| And even above the ground and even somewhere on the water, they guard me everywhere.
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| I'll wave to the Moon, I'll fly to Mars, to the Milky Way, I'll probably turn a thousand times
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| Let them say something, but you know it's you, my dreams don't let me live.
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| I'll wave to the Moon, I'll fly to Mars, to the Milky Way, I'll probably turn a thousand times
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| Let them say something, but you know it's you, my dreams don't let me live,
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| my dreams don't let me live. |