Do not open the door
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Do not open the door
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I walk past the rooms where the spell burns
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Where the fires of sadness burn out
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Bright flashes of kisses melt the capillaries
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And among the frosted mirrors the views of cougars
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On the curves of the body - foam, illusory merch
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Water flows over the tile like a fabric of mountain rivers
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Weasels touched bare shoulders with moths
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We keep burning minutes of midnight meetings
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We live in a dream - this is Lynch's handwriting
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Lust shines like the moon is also limitless
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The architecture of our feelings is eternal, like antiquity
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Charm - a secret parable
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Magic is free, has no price
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Hurry up to get under her sight
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Desires and outlines pour into glasses
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This eternal insomnia closes the chain
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We take off again
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Catch that night
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Tears together
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We walk through the rain
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Glare of cities
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District - quarter
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Melt beyond the line
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Through a dream, like reality
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I trade impressions
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Not with your body
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I sell an illusion, I offer
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Sweet dreams for these guys
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But my casket is always closed
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Light rain - phone rings
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From the pipe, an immaculate voice flows like wine
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My skin burns the singing of the winds
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On the boulevard, the brilliance of graces, the brilliance of sins
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Dive into darkness
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Like the velvet of the boudoir
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We are enchanted wanderers
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night halts
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Epsilon of Desires - No Doubt
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Days without your caresses disfigure time
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I'll touch her skin with a cherry blossom branch
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You don't mind, your hands are tightly tied
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We are in Quindekim and our deeds are detrimental
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The lights go out and I light the torches
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Heat will cover your fragile body from the inside
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Like a schoolgirl in stockings
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Methylene blue colors
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subtle features are covered only by foam
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We soar inside freedom like bullets in the sky
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We take off again
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Catch that night
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Tears together
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We walk through the rain
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Glare of cities
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District - quarter
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Melt beyond the line
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Through a dream, like reality
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We take off again
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Catch that night
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Tears together
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We walk through the rain
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Glare of cities
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Boulevard - quarter
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Melt beyond the line
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Through a dream, like reality
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It wasn't just new artists
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These were the new art dealers
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New Collectors
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All new |