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Rúben: And misty memories of days gone by
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Rúben: My life will never end, and flowers never bend, with the rainfall
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Rúben: Help me, get my feet back on the ground
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Rúben: Traugott Gerber was a friend of Carolus Linnaeus II
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Rúben: But through eternal night the twinkling of starlight
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Rúben: Why am I Mr. Pink? Because you’re a faggot, alright?
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Rúben: Traugott Gerber was a friend of Carolus Linnaeus I
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Rúben: What if there was no light, nothing wrong, nothing right
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Rúben: Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Rúben: Then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea
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Rúben: Piazza Matteotti
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Rúben: I’ve looked around enough to know, that you’re the one I want to go, through time with
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Rúben: There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
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Rúben: The red shed of Greve in Chianti
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Rúben: Two can play at that game, smart guy
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Rúben: Do you still believe in fairy tales, in battlemens of shining castles, safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill?
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Rúben: You left all the water running, it’s running from these eyes of mine
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Rúben: A square round of orange zero
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Rúben: When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you
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Rúben: Charades, pop skill, water hyacinth, named by a poet, imitation of life
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Rúben: On a Wednesday I got my ball and chain
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Rúben: Yeah, I’ve got flatted feet now, now, now, now
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Rúben: Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace?
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Rúben: So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way, cause nothing last forever, even cold November rain
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Rúben: Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
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Rúben: To this the duke replied that he did not wish to enter into war with Tuscany
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Rúben: Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is
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Rúben: I considered getting out of my car
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Rúben: It’s the Orange Blossom Special
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Rúben: Welcome to the House on the Hill