It was a step towards you again,
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I heard blood pulsing in my temples.
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I couldn't watch anymore,
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And in the abundant rain he lay down on the stairs.
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Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak.
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Chorus:
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Sometimes I have a strong I l’amour attack,
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Even doctors do not know about that effect.
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Blindfolded eyes in the window ask: come here,
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And in the evening I see: I am alone again.
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Hot hands grind again,
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The tongue could not say a word.
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At the door, I see, the night slept,
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I thought and did not know what was going on.
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Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak.
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Chorus:
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Sometimes I have a strong I l’amour attack,
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Even doctors do not know about that effect.
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Blindfolded eyes in the window ask: come here,
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And in the evening I see: I am alone again.
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A dry leaf outside the window,
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The lips are already trembling, as if there is a current in them.
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I closed the door tightly,
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Not to expose, because you are behind them.
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Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak. |
Well, a freak.
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Chorus:
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Sometimes I have a strong I l’amour attack,
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Even doctors do not know about that effect.
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Blindfolded eyes in the window ask: come here,
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And in the evening I see: I am alone again. |