| There’s laughter in the darkness
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| Music floating in across the bay
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| He’s half listening and wondering
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| How he could have let her slip away
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| So long ago but still he wants to know
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| If anyone has seen her
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| And he’s sitting out in the night
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| Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
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| They were young and love was shining
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| Like the colours of the rainbow
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| Desire felt like choking
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| Love was smoking under the volcano
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| He can still taste her kisses
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| Sweet as the red wine from Messina
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| Now he’s sitting out in the night
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| Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
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| Seems like another lifetime
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| When they rambled along the shore
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| Seems like another lifetime
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| She used to call him her sweet senor
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| Maybe in another lifetime
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| On a pathway to the sea
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| Maybe there they’ll be
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| The crowd calls for the emperor
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| Raise their hands to hail another king
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| But he’s been so long a wanderer
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| Another crowd can never mean a thing
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| He came, he saw, he conquered
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| Ten thousand voices roared in the arena
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| Now he’s sitting out in the night
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| Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
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| He hears the chimes of history
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| Myths of gods and men forever ringing
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| Ancient dreams in all their mystery
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| Wars for Sicily and Spartan women
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| In the mists of antiquity
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| Ships of war set sail from Carthagina
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| Now he’s sitting out in the night
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| Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
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| Sitting out in the night
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| Looking down upon the lights of Taormina |