| Here I’m throwing stones
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| That won’t come down
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| Playing hide and seek
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| With jesters and with clowns
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| Like a storm of wings
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| On wings of song
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| I feel so confused
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| I can’t go on
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| I can’t wait to feel
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| You coming down
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| I can still hear what you say
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| Love is just a game to play
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| Oh my deadly one
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| Take this pain away
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| Come embrace me, angel
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| Lead me to the, to the very end
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside your view
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside your view
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| You threw me roses for a day
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| And then I burned them right away
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| Perhaps you waited much too long
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| The ghouls inside are fast asleep
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| They fill my head ten thousand deep
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| Or do they plan my final song
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| Your face obscured by solid trance
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| In flesh and blood you warm your lance
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside, inside your view
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside your view
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside your view
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside
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| Rendezvoyeur, what will you do?
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| It feels I’m trapped inside |