"Do you come form London or perhaps from Lyon ?"
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As she consumes my eyes I stand paralized...
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...frooze like eyes...
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Don't want to know her name, dissapointed i might be
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So I ask if she's real, her flesh she let me feel...
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...which I might steal...
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I walk on gorgeous grounds...
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She tells me without a sound
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That we are the only ones
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Yes, I walk on gorgeous grounds
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Absorbed by darkblue eyes
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Parted in half
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This all I could sacrifice
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I cannot comprehend from where luck rose
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Nor can I recall when she lost her charm...
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...and me my arms...
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On Gorgeous Grounds
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| Defleshed |
