| From the very first hello
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| fireworks, violins
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| on a sunny summerday, on their way
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| to the city hall, picture on the wall
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| Behind the curtains a broken star
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| nailed to the kitchen chair
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| she paints her secrets on her face
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| let the storm rage
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| hoping no one hear
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| I don´t want crying seagulls
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| I don´t see the point of sorrow
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| Too many promises to keep
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| try to wash away the blood on the sheet
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| she passes the scatches on the floor
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| this time she`ll leave
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| I don´t want crying seagulls
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| I don´t see the point of sorrow
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| Happiness, picture on the wall
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| Happiness, picture on the wall |