| Your deep eyes are piercing me
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| Burning, dying for this strange vagrant
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| I would love to be like a naughty boy
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| When you don't see, my eyes are looking for you, I'm yours
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| (Oh!)
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| Neither I told my problem, nor the doctors listened
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| Neither did I let myself go, nor did the heart obey the word.
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| Alas, there are fires in me
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| Let it burn, who will cry
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| Mountains tremble from my cry, hear me cruel (Hey!)
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| I got crazy, crazy fires
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| Let it burn, who shakes it
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| If I pluck a rose, the branches ache, hear it cruel (Oh!)
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| Alas, there are fires in me
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| Let it burn, who will cry
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| Mountains tremble from my cry, hear me cruel (Hey!)
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| I got crazy, crazy fires
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| Let it burn, who shakes it
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| If I pluck a rose, the branches ache, hear it cruel (Oh!)
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| I would love to be like a naughty boy
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| When you don't see, my eyes are looking for you, I'm yours
|
| (Oh!)
|
| Neither I told my problem, nor the doctors listened
|
| Neither did I let myself go, nor did the heart obey the word.
|
| Alas, there are fires in me
|
| Let it burn, who will cry
|
| Mountains tremble from my cry, hear me cruel (Hey!)
|
| I got crazy, crazy fires
|
| Let it burn, who shakes it
|
| If I pluck a rose, the branches ache, hear it cruel (Oh!)
|
| Alas, there are fires in me
|
| Let it burn, who will cry
|
| Mountains tremble from my scream, hear me cruel
|
| I got crazy, crazy fires
|
| Let it burn, who shakes it
|
| If I pluck a rose, the branches ache, hear it cruel (Oh!)
|
| Alas, there are fires in me
|
| Let it burn, who will cry
|
| Mountains tremble from my cry, hear me cruel (Hey!)
|
| I got crazy, crazy fires
|
| Let it burn, who shakes it
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| If I pluck a rose, the branches ache, hear it cruel (Oh!) |