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Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder: is there a spell that I am under?
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All I've got's a sunny afternoon.
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And the rest is Silence. Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas, Berlin.
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And all the roads we have to walk are winding.
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There's four and twenty million doors on life's endless corridor.
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Memento mori. Nurnberg.
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Keep on playin' your doublebass, man. Munich.
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The Wall, Berlin
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When life spreads through your veins.
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So dream on, I'll be a swan.
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Bicycles.
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E vivo fino a sentir male.
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Loneliness.