| Welcome, welcome, welcome
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| On the fairground of the illusions
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| Welcome to the roller-coaster through her life
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| Welcome to our market
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| The market of the timeless feelings
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| They rent our sunrise at the kindest price
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| What now
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| In what can one still believe
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| How now
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| One still can dream at leisure
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| Who still holds his hands over us?
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| Close your eyes and try it once again
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| Migrate with the birds above
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| To hear once more the surf of the sea
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| Seeing the lightning in the evening sky
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| Close your eyes and then you will be free
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| Welcome, welcome, welcome
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| At our game show of the emotions
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| Welcome to the million chance of her life
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| They use the opportunity
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| They are reaching for the stars
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| The brightness of the moment is her price
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| What now
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| In what can one still believe
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| How now
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| One still can dream at leisure
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| Who still holds his hands over us?
|
| Close your eyes and try it once again
|
| Migrate with the birds above
|
| To hear once more the surf of the sea
|
| Seeing the lightning in the evening sky
|
| Close your eyes and then you will be free
|
| What now
|
| In what can one still believe
|
| How now
|
| One still can dream at leisure
|
| Who still holds his hands over us?
|
| Close your eyes and try it once again
|
| Migrate with the birds above
|
| To hear once more the surf of the sea
|
| Seeing the lightning in the evening sky
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| Close your eyes and then you will be free |