Young girl in the market
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Music to the men
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When the men leave
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Her eyes are red
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When her eyes are closed again
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she sees the dark market of above (violins)
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And she sings
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¡°They say the most horrible things
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But I hear violins, when I close my eyes
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I am at the center of the sun
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And I cannot be hurt
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By anything this wicked world has done¡±
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Young boy in the market
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Follows all the men
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When the men leave
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He's out of his head
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When his eyes are closed again
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he sees the dark market of above (violins)
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And he sings
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¡°They break the most beautiful things
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But I hear violins, when I close my eyes
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I am at the center of the sun
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And I cannot be hurt
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By anything this wicked world has done
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I look into your eyes
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And I am at the center of the sun
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And I cannot be hurt
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By anything this wicked world has done¡±
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(Center of the sun)
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Young boy in the market
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Sees the girl alone
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And asks her
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¡°Have you lost your way home?¡±
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She sings
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¡°You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins¡±
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I look into your eyes
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I am at the center of the sun
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And I cannot be hurt
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By anything this wicked world has done
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When I close my eyes
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I am at the center of the sun
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And I cannot be hurt
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By anything this wicked world has done
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'Cause
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I hear violins
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I hear violins
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I hear violins
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I hear violins
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(Center of the sun)
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I hear ...violins
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Center of the Sun
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Poe |