| I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected
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| Only by the recession
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| Your sinful (glittering) eyes, gentle with concern
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| Windburn my (quasi)famous expression
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| A thin strip of white appears at the sky
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| And I cherish the soul’s retrieval
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| 'cause even when you tempt my soul
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| It’s not enough to make you evil
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| Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar
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| As if I have known you forever… oh, blissful dismay
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| So many similarities…
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| I bloom like poison, cling to the earth
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| And maintain my imperceptible glare
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| Sometimes even the devil gets blinded
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| By guilt but I just waive my attempts to care
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| Voyeuristic and whitehot you stare at the expression on my face
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| My fluency becomes you in a vivacious smile of unearthly grace
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| Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar
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| As if I have known you forever… oh, blissful dismay
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| So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance
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| Soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday
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| So many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze
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| So many equal thoughts of glittering cold
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| So many patterns black of malicious gold
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| We could enter eden with hellfire love…
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| Imagesque addiction transformed into the next intervention
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| Worship the pleasures of celebrity, exit reality and dream with me…
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| So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance
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| Soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday
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| So many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze
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| So many equal thoughts of glittering cold
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| So many patterns black of malicious gold |