Here where the sea sparkles and the wind blows hard
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On an old terrace in front of the Gulf of Sorrento
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A man hugs a girl after she'd cried
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Then he clears his throat and starts singing again
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But so much, so very much, you know
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That melts the blood inside your veins, you know
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He saw the lights out on the sea, thought of the nights over in America
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But they were just the fishing lamps and the white trail of a propeller
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He felt pain in the music, got up from the piano
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But when he saw the moon emerge from a cloud
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Even death seemed sweeter to him
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He looked in the girl's eyes, those eyes green like the sea
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Then suddenly a tear rolled out and he thought he'd drown
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But so much, so very much, you know
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That melts the blood inside your veins, you know
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The power of opera, where every drama's fake
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That with a little make-up and mimicry
You can become someone else
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So everything gets small, even the nights over in America
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You turn and see your life like a propeller's trail
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But so much, so very much, you know
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That melts the blood inside your veins, you know
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But so much, so very much, you know
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That melts the blood inside your veins, you know
Inside your veins, you know