We walked in the cold air.
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Freezing breath on a window pane,
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Lying and waiting.
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The man in the dark in a picture frame,
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So mystic and soulful.
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A voice reaching out in a piercing cry,
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It stays with you until
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The feeling has gone only you and I.
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It means nothing to me.
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This means nothing to me.
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Oh Vienna,.
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The music is weaving
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Haunting notes, pizzicato strings,
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The rhythm is calling.
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Alone in the night as the daylight brings,
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A cool empty silence.
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The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky,
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It fades to the distance.
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The image has gone only you and I.
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It means nothing to me.
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This means nothing to me.
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Oh, Vienna.
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This means nothing to me.
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This means nothing to me.
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Oh, Vienna.
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Vienna (Single Edit)
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