It sinks into the depths of trauma, love as adventure
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Aura like a storm, her eyes the color of Nura
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In the shadow of the blues, the face is the face of glamor
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Lips like cotton, soul as cold as sculpture
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Every contour is like saliva, the body is divine
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Is that an angel skillfully hiding the devil under a mask
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In the gap of time, close to paranoia
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In the canvas of delusion muddy
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Your love has no ultimatum
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I still remember the date and time on the clock
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When did you first say "I love you"
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You found me buried in the mud
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And after all, you lit a fire
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In a heart that only hurts, pray
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Your love has no ultimatum
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I still remember the date and time on the clock
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When did you first say "I love you"
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You found me buried in the mud
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And after all she lit a fire
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In a heart that only hurts, pray
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The sky is bronze, your eyes are sleepy
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I get lost in them as Wormwood slides down my throat
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You proved to me that you are not like everyone else
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And a smile attracts attention, it is as priceless as Mona Lisin
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Her body, gold, as a product of my imagination
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Your skin is like a canvas, and your room is like an atelier
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Tear-colored colors, every touch has meaning
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With you close to the crisis, but without you everything is suffering
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Your love has no ultimatum
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I still remember the date and time on the clock
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When did you first say "I love you"
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You found me buried in the mud
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And after all she lit a fire
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In a heart that only hurts, pray
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Your love has no ultimatum
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I still remember the date and time on the clock
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When did you first say "I love you"
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You found me buried in the mud
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And after all, you lit a fire
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In a heart that only hurts, pray |