Kids of the parks, kids of the beaches
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The wind threatens the sandcastles shaped by my fingers
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Time spares nobody, alas
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The years go by, the echo slips off over the Dune of Pilat
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At the whim of seasons, of photo booths
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I surrender to those glimmers of yesterday
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At the whim of seasons, of decisions
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When memories get tangled, tears come to me
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And the sirens' song throws me back into winter
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Cruel melancholy, thin harmony, solitary euphoria
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How many pranks, how many antics
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How many traces, how many masks did we leave back there
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Lay down arms, head out to sea
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Find calm in this racket before I drown in it
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At the whim of seasons, of photo booths
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I surrender to those glimmers of yesterday
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At the whim of seasons, of decisions
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When memories get tangled, tears come to me
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And the sirens' song throws me back into winter
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Cruel melancholy, thin harmony, solitary euphoria
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When memories get tangled, tears come to me
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And the sirens' song throws me back into winter
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Cruel melancholy, thin harmony, solitary euphoria
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When memories get tangled, tears come to me
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And the sirens' song throws me back into winter
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Cruel melancholy, thin harmony, solitary euphoria