| We walked in the cold air
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| Freezing breath on a window pane
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| Lying and waiting
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| A man in the dark in a picture frame
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| So mystic and soulful
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| A voice reaching out in a piercing cry
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| It stays with you until
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| The feeling has gone, only you and I
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| It means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| Oh, Vienna
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| The music is weaving
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| Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
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| The rhythm is calling
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| Alone in the night as the daylight brings
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| A cool empty silence
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| The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
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| It fades to the distance
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| The image has gone, only you and I
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| It means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| Oh, Vienna
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| This means nothing to me
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| This means nothing to me
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| Oh, Vienna |