| I can still smell the fire
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| Even though it’s long died out
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| The smoke still hangs in my hair
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| And on some quiet evenings it burns my eyes
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| So darling, play your violin
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| I know it’s what you live for
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| Darling, play your violin
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| We will manage somehow
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| I once lived in the sea
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| Bring me to your ear, you can hear
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| The tide where I used to be
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| Though now I’m but a shell,
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| Oh babe,
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| Don’t say sorry
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| Darling, play your violin
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| I know it’s what you live for
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| Darling, play your violin
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| We will manage somehow
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| Don’t dare regret anything
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| Remember what you’re here for, you
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| Just play your violin
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| And we will manage somehow. |