stone in your fist smells like sea refreshing old memories of your lover the haze over the hills, it's getting cold, can't chase the time i see, it's budapest in your eyes i see, it's budapest in your eyes and she's falling to my arms, falling apart and your terror sails so far away sound of a flute makes you weak blowing soft melodies to the harbours it floats near your head, i feel it's warmth can't breathe enough i see, it's budapest in your eyes i see, it's budapest in your eyes budapest in your eyes, howling through the harbours budapest in your eyes, blinking through the light
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