Music: Scriabin
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Performed by: Scriabin
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Maybe you had to live like everyone else,
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And I always wanted to be different -
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So boring to go with them…
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Maybe I didn't give you warmth
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And you do not know the look through the veil. |
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Logically. |
How could you live with that?
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And remember
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Berlin night metro
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And our shadows on the walls -
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Places of happy people?
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And remember
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Balcony under the sky of Madrid
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And in the stands of Bullfighting
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Places of happy people? ..
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Tight web of rented apartments
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And two souls are pierced by hundreds of holes,
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It's so scary when you don't know what tomorrow…
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Now I look at the signs, the times
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And I know the price of a light strip -
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You should not look for culprits except yourself…
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And remember
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Terrible storm in the Maldives,
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In the photos, the nose is burnt,
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Places of happy people? ..
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And remember
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The old tavern on Broadway,
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Onions, cheese and roasts,
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Places of happy people? ..
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I never study the route before,
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I don't care, as long as you're here,
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No matter where the wind blows us…
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GPS signal is not important in life,
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If you carry more than one backpack,
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Then you will find a place for yourself somewhere.
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And remember
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Bicycles in Paris,
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And in Buried Ski,
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Places of happy people? ..
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And remember
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Our New Year in the train
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And London, as on the postcard,
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Places of happy people? ..
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And remember
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Cold beer in Stockholm
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And again there were two of us,
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Places of happy people? ..
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And remember,
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As I ran away from the institute,
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To be with you
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And I'm still here! ..
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Do you remember? .. |