She tuned her strings at the opera house. I went there to escape the heat. Something touched me from within. Now all I hear are violins.
I stayed until the second act, then went to find a bar room stall. To wash away my mortal sins and drown the sound of violins.
Homo Jim got shot last night. Something in this world's not right when goodness loses, and power wins, and all you hear are violins.
Lovers on the Ferris wheel holding hands, exchanging smiles. I'm writing postcards from Berlin, and all I hear are violins.
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