| Others cry for help
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| Just like it would change anything
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| Lunatics find no conclusion
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| Bodies simply gliding
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| Figures draw wildest illusions
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| Drag me in their draft
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| My back so strong like thousand reptiles
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| My fingers reach for miles
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| Perversion finds its roots within our hearts
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| Some-body dares to love
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| Fingertips touch so many bodies
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| Motionless accepted
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| And lips regret so many kisses
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| Whispered words just as well
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| Mistaken seem my careful moves
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| Misunderstood my choice of words
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| Psycho-logically seen
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| I prefer this kind of stimulation |