| Her name is Victoria
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| She wanted money, fame and all the glory
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| When she was younger, she didn't like history
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| But he liked the mirrors, the Astoria Hotel
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| That's about the story
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| In the first year of school he took all the criminals
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| Taken in turn, turned upside down, everyone
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| In a short time she was a 4-wheeled babe
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| Year two, Bucharest seems small
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| Is there really no one to take her to Paris?
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| She doesn't want to go to school anymore, she wants to walk naked
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| Eat pills all the time, like the first time
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| Just salon and maybe hall
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| Full clubs you know are terrifying
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| And then he jumps, like he's flying
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| The victory is clear
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| Ooooo, Victoria!
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| Ooooo, Victoria!
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| Her name is Victoria
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| At the age of three, he met Horia
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| More importantly, he came across the foil
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| And then he thought like in a love story, yes
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| Mamaia is not Florida
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| Money is not a problem, they come from somewhere
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| But just as they come and go
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| Everything changes at once
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| You see, the bar has closed
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| The lights went out, not to mention Paris
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| And evil prevailed, its pain indescribable
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| This is the sad ending
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| He sees everything, but it seems to him
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| Here's how death walks through hospitals
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| Lying on the table, she doesn't feel, it doesn't hurt
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| Victoria is not dying
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| Ooooo, Victoria!
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| Ooooo, Victoria! |