We are looking at each other, i can see your profile
You can see my reflection in the mirror
So no one has to look into other's eye
Still we see the same aspects
There is something funny about the scene
The coast of the eastern see is where i want to be
It's so strange the way things turn
When you want to calm your heart is burns
But when you want it to burn with desire
Only the iceline gets higher
(and not the flame of fire)
Let me die in my shoes, oh baby let me win even when i lose
Singing my shoeshine blues
There is something funny about the scene
The coast of...
It's so strange...
Underneath the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
Writer(s): Gyula Orban, Gabor Balczer, Robert Nemeth, Emi Music Publishing Hungary Ltd
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