Get in to crawl with all your grace... can´´t stand the wrong within Blame the disarmed and give in...
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to face the game of passion To set things clear your departure is near Straight in the backyard of decay
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Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasn´t there
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He wasn´t there again I wish he´d stay away Just lie and try to remain Pleasures in a fool´s black garden
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Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasn´t there
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Anyhow you can, anyhow you will How does it feel to recall all that´s real in the end... to relent
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Simple Touch
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