| And when your clothes are on the ground
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| And your hair is falling down
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| Will you surrender to it now?
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| Because yes only we exist in our symphony
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| Of flesh in our universe of bliss
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| In the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss
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| As it subjugates you now, as it pins you
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| To the ground like a tethered animal
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| As it drags you by the hips and it forces
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| You to this, it is hell but in is bliss
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| It’s the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss
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| As you move like a machine and the child within
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| You screams 'when was heaven so obscene?'
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| It’s our playground of exess, it is poetry made
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| Flesh, it’s our sumphony of bliss
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| The infinite kiss, the infinite kiss |