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Vienna by Billy Joel

I first heard this song on the movie "13 Going On 30" and liked it at first hear.  I had to look it up and I think it was probably one of the first songs I bought myself from iTunes.  I loved it then and I still love it now.
This is one of those songs thats just a good song but then it's extra good because of the memories you have of it and the fact that it's been on file in your mind for such a long time. 

MUSHY, SENSETIVE MOMENT WARNING:
I've cried to this song.  More than once.  Partly for the fact that I can relate to the lyrics and how my life has proved them true from time to time.  Partly for the fact that sometimes the vibe of this song harmonizes with my mood incredibly well, very often.  And partly because it's just a good song to cry to. (Don't believe me? Try it sometime.)  It's one of those songs that was a "soundtrack to my life" song and I rated it as one of my favorites.  Then I guess it's not that I overdid it, I just stopped listening to it as much.  But this morning, I woke up to rain and this song was going through my head.  And then I turned my ipod on shuffle and it came on.  And I was reminded that this song is still not overrated in my mind.  I don't think I'll ever be sick of it.


Slow down, you crazy child
and take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile
it's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?
And you know that when the truth is told
that you can get what you want or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get half through
Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you
 Random fun fact (that isn't actually all that fun of a fact): I happen to have this album on record too!  Handy for if I ever get my hands on a record player. 
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