| Abundance is rich
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| Here the protagonists deny
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| And get bogged down with clicks
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| Oh, the choice is dense
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| There's no one left for subtle romances
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| Here the thirst for the other parades
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| Sensitive souls become tactile
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| But even the orgy is possible
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| In this modern and vast asylum
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| We court like absent, feel, feel
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| Thought about the slightest feeling, lie, lie
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| Who hides under beautiful profiles
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| In this sphere of tiny lightning
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| And where everything counts precisely
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| Connect to my intimate
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| And take to the firmament
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| Of the erectile that gloats
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| The serenade is dead and I have no more fire
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| I only have gaming networks to appease me
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| Come on, open your door for me, I'm just a vicious animal
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| With or without chat lost in the jungle of the mug
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| The serenade is dead and I have no more fire
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| I only have gaming networks to appease me
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| Come on, open your door to me, tonight I only have one heart to tail
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| With or without a condom lost in the mug jungle
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| The find is thin, thin, thin
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| Here internet users get bored, bored, bored
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| And get bored with like, like, like
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| Oh, fingers spend, think, think
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| Right or left, catalog cramps, cramps, cramps
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| In this race for the most beautiful lover
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| Which will become yet another plane
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| And taunt her, ra, ra
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| For those conquering faces bland, bland, bland
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| Hence the search for the standard, dart, dart
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| Sting you in the middle of nowhere, fed up, fed up
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| Of these futile conversations
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| And these docile connections
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| Which makes your ego fade
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| Even while batting eyes
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| Where the hours become sterile
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| Without your triumphant sex
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| The serenade is dead and I have no more fire
|
| I only have gaming networks to appease me
|
| Come on, open your door for me, I'm just a vicious animal
|
| With or without chat lost in the jungle of the mug
|
| The serenade is dead and I have no more fire
|
| I only have gaming networks to appease me
|
| Come on, open your door to me, tonight I only have one heart to tail
|
| With or without a condom lost in the mug jungle
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| A little blow, powder in the eyes
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| Full of vice and rejection
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| A little more nudge
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| To wipe away the failure of my trials
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| A little shot refusal without taxes
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| To forget my rejected matches
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| A little virtual blow without finger acts
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| Well mixed
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| The serenade is dead and I have no more fire
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| I only have gaming networks to appease me
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| Come on open your door I'm just a vicious animal
|
| With or without chat lost in the jungle of the mug
|
| The serenade is dead and I have no more fire
|
| I only have gaming networks to appease me
|
| Come on, open your door to me, tonight I only have one heart to tail
|
| With or without a condom lost in the mug jungle
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| Lost in the mug jungle |