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On the corners of boulevards |
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I call your name |
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Now and again they play our tune |
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In the grip of a tiny hand over a flame |
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Pale as the phases of the moon ... |
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In the cafes and shopping malls |
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I see your faceturn into mist on evening dewbut a book and a photograph just aren't the samethere is a train that's leaving soon... |
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Budapest by |
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BlimpOver pillars and palaces |
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I'll hold your hand |
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Until the fog is lifted |
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May be better you hold me close than understand |
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How far away |
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I've drifted |
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In the face of a tragedy too bleak to know |
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The death of some grand illusion |
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All the treasure we pilloried, splendour we stole ... |
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They never told you that in school |
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KONNYEBB V |
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OLNA TAN F |
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ELEDNIMINT |
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TAVOZASOM |
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ERTENIMULT |
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BOL EGY KI |
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SZAK ITTOT |
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T LAPEKODB |
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OL INDUL E |
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GY VONAT... |
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Budapest by |
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Blimp...Que je voudrais vous presenter, messieurs et dames |
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Regardez bien, je vous en prie |
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Here's a map and a diagram, a shrivelled page |
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Ripped from the book of history |
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See the priceless antiquity frozen in time |
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Built on the ashes of the |
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JewsAnd for your curiosity, beauty sublime |
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Signed in the blood of |
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ZulusNot really a goosestep, more of a limp |
