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They call it night,
they call it night
and I know it well
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send me now, the winter's over
a light turns out, the winds are colder
the love we've had will turn all over
going south and we are older (?)
on the one... (???)
on a night like this you all turn around
no but i, i won't hold you anymore
no and i, i can't have you anymore (?)
and some days we're all alone
on the banks of the rhine
and some days all we have... (?)
(???)
and some days we're all alone
on the banks of the rhine
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The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine
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And I know when time
will pass by slow
without my heart
what can I do
you're in the halls
the bell gives way to a larger swell
without my heart
what can I do, oh
wroclai
and we grow fat
on the charms of our idle dreary days
seen the shadows grow
see an ominous display
with no alarm
could we say we'd have expected this way
(under stars?) have died
give incent to play
wroclai
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Life, life is all right on the Rhine
No, but I know, but I know
I would have nowhere to go
No, but there's nowhere to go, to go
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the lights go on
the lights go off
when things don't feel right
i lie down like a tired dog
licking his wounds in the shade
when i feel alive
i try to immagine a careless life
a scenic world where the sunsets are all
breathtaking
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Walls gone over the sea
But not for me
Watch now, all will end
Now all that I'm, under a tide
Now I'm, under a tide
Tall hair under it all
Much more than I once had
Over seas
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what can you do
when the curtain falls
what will you do
when the curtain falls
you'll
left, right
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