| In her eyes, centuries are
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| Hair as black and straight as lonely streets are
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| Look into her eyes
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| Look into her eyes
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| Have you ever been there
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| You wander lost along the sea shore
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| Ask the reason why
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| All the villains always live
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| And all the heroes always die
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| She dissolves your words in acid
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| Nothing is the same
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| First she throws away the rules
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| Then she throws away the game
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| She says she’s not immune to knowledge
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| She’s not afraid of clouds
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| Then you wander hand in hand
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| Among imaginary crowds
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| There’s nothing you can do about it
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| Nothing you can change
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| Seems like only yesterday
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| Lost inside a picture frame |