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RUSSELL WATSON >> Merchandise Links
RUSSELL WATSON
We walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying and waiting The man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching out in a piercing cry It stays with you until The feeling has gone only you and I It means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna.... The music is weaving Haunting those pizzicato strings The rhythm is calling Alone in the night as the daylight brings A cool empty silence The warmth of your hand and the cold grey sky It fades to the distance The image has gone only you and I It means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna.... This means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna.... This means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna....
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