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 those 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 the 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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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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| Russell Watson |
