[by Ultravox]
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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
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| Celestial Season |
