You and me are all I want
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You and me are all I want.
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Sleepy rossa in buses,
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radio wave splash,
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telegrams and the constant beeping of telephone wires and the noise of footsteps.
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Outside the window there is someone wandering,
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and he has a cold and eats sweet candies.
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And outside the window there are sentries with braids
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and listen to Grieg's melodies,
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and quietly sing about something about their own in familiar languages
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You and me are all I want
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You and me are all I want
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You and me, you are everything I am...
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You are somewhere, somewhere outside the window,
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in the windows of melting houses, my poems. |
Blurred footprints, and dark puddles outside the window.
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You and me, and emptiness, although there is probably something else, but it's dark outside,
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it's so dark there, they probably won't find me
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And outside the window there are sentries with braids
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and listen to Grieg's melodies
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and quietly sing about something about their own in familiar languages
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You and me are all I want
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You and me are all I want
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You and me, you are everything I am...
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And outside the window there are sentries with braids
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and listen to Grieg's melodies
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and quietly sing about something about their own in familiar languages
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You and me are all I want
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You and me are all I want
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You and me, you are everything I am... |