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In a tiny flat, slightly dark and gray
At the alley’s edge, not too far away
Lives a certain girl with a certain guy
They live off anything they’d find
Carried ‘round and ‘round, they spin
A guitar and violin
They replace a string when the winter comes
She would hold her gaze as he drifts along
A hand is reached for a touch of care
Then he’s blowing a kiss, and it reaches her
Curling ‘round and ‘round, she'd spin
A guitar and violin
He counts on, she shines within
On a Friday night, at the end of the week
They are filled with love, and they barely speak
Playing duo songs and now, all at once
All the sounds rise, and their hearts would dance
Carried ‘round and ‘round, they spin
A guitar and violin
As the summer comes, and their wings unfold
To a mutual dream from the previous fall
And they never said if they would come back
From Nepal or from the Peruvian track
Roaming ‘round and ‘round, they spin
He counts on, she shines within
With guitar and violin
In a tiny flat, slightly dark and gray
At the alley’s edge, not too far away
Lives a certain girl with a certain guy
