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What do you think I fell when I, when I, take it with you? What do you think I see when I, when I, take it with you? Somewhere else, somewhere else, somewhere else What do you think I feel when I, when I'm kissing you? Somewhere else, somewhere else, somewhere else We're walking in the streets - or what's left of them I take your hand, and the city is slowly vanishing There's no crowd anymore, no cars, no signals But in the middle of the road, a purple and mellow shape is floating The shape of our mutual dream Stay calm, hold me tight, give it a chance to take us away We will live, we will dream on the shadow of our world