| From the chest of fake hopes, where we leave the needless things.
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| I found a dusty object it had a special gift.
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| From its opened top a sound came out, a phantom from the past.
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| Sacred nights I felt like heaven, rusty days I felt like hell.
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| This music box reminds me of you. |
| This Little music box.
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| Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.
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| Like a lizard in the desert, I drifted without rest.
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| And the heat appeared so liquid; |
| it had the taste of the salty
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| sea.
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| Pandora’s fate is captured in my box.
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| This music box reminds me of you. |
| This Little music box.
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| Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.
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| Solo: Chris A.
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| This music box reminds me of you. |
| This Little music box.
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| Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.
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| Solo: Sotiris V.
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| This music box reminds me of you. |
| This Little music box. |