| That woman is so beautiful, the gaze almost blocks my mind
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| No right to give old photos to the album
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| The man ready for the big evening is already at the gate
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| Once again they call together the lights of the city
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| But from somewhere far away there is a quiet echo of the steps
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| And point everyone is familiar with the net of big boots
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| Today's worries are easy to banish
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| Sill back they will arrive on time
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| Soon nyts can already begin, skirts wiping the floors
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| While the heat fills the hall, women give up their hats
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| Get a laugh in the cabaret, grief doesn’t hit your shoulders
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| Tonight, everyone could drown in champagne here
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| But somewhere the flames sing the world cast their shadows
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| The man is leaving tomorrow, but today is being celebrated
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| So tomorrow she leaves, a woman to wait j
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| And soon even the beauty withers away
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| So many wagons never found a driver
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| Sill elm is among the word only silent
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| Sit on the face does not notice who vr lane to drive
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| Every touch and sigh can be the last
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| Sin yn they heard someone say
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| That God is dead, left the world alone
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| God is dead and it was pronounced when He died
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| Let's not get by on our own
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| But from somewhere far away there is a quiet echo of the steps
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| And point everyone is familiar with the net of big boots
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| Today's worries are easy to banish
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| Sill back they will arrive on time
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| But somewhere the flames sing the world cast their shadows
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| The man is leaving tomorrow, but today is being celebrated
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| So tomorrow she leaves, a woman to wait j
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| And soon even the beauty withers away |