| Sunrise hides from my chambers
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| God sees
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| The devil will not spoil the delight
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| Devil at a feast true
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| All in pop pain
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| I looked after myself stone fighters
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| And I look into your face
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| And I can't read it
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| I look you in the face
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| And I don't want to endure it
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| There's a stranger stuck in there
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| Drawn line
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| Those fighters don't know you
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| But ready to die (how sweet)
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| There is a cold bed in my room
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| And everything is cold (you rummage?)
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| Fly all four headlong
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| I'm flying away on a very long day at the computer
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| This is why they don't like singers
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| And I disappear for a week, although here he is
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| I look far, I look right through
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| We scare illegible people
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| In my chambers you will not see the sunrise
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| It's cold in my aquarium
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| All fish are frozen and do not rot
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| Don't ask for anything
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| want nothing
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| no one to love
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| Don't warm anyone
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| Don't let anyone into your black heart
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| (And you don't let me in either, okay?)
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| Don't forget anything
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| Look at nothing
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| And let me go to burn longer
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| Don't try to save my black heart
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| (And save everyone from me)
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| Don't ask for anything
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| want nothing
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| no one to love
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| Don't warm anyone
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| Don't let anyone into your black heart
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| (And you don't let me in either, okay?)
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| Don't forget anything
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| Look at nothing
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| And let me go to burn longer
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| Don't try to save my black heart
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| (And save everyone from me)
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| Ice in a glass is great
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| Maintain love?
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| Yes, everything is expensive
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| And even from below me your moans,
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| But if you were on top, you would see both sides,
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| But it's worth turning you 360
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| Throw a loop, let them hang on the wire
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| And which year the piece of iron is junk, and people are parasites
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| Yes, it's time to slaughter them like piglets
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| Hey Houston hello
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| And I still fight with her,
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| But what I fight for is not mine
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| She sings sweetly about love (sings sweetly)
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| She wants this night, but the moon does not favor
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| And I again walk alone along the canal
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| Come up with a hundred roles in this game,
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| But the reality is
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| To the next stage, and the final is so close
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| The roof is going, it remains to demolish the attic
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| She sweetly sings an unloved song
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| Dirty hands on a black heart
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| I neglect you to burn longer
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| And yourself, so that you don’t meet again
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| Don't ask for anything
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| want nothing
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| no one to love
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| Don't warm anyone
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| Don't let anyone into your black heart
|
| (And you don't let me in either, okay?)
|
| Don't forget anything
|
| Look at nothing
|
| And let me go to burn longer
|
| Don't try to save my black heart
|
| (And save everyone from me)
|
| Don't ask for anything
|
| want nothing
|
| no one to love
|
| Don't warm anyone
|
| Don't let anyone into your black heart
|
| (And you don't let me in either, okay?)
|
| Don't forget anything
|
| Look at nothing
|
| And let me go to burn longer
|
| Don't try to save my black heart
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| (And save everyone from me) |