| I wash my hands in the water of the toilet
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| I was my hands of the beauty of your tears
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| and every time I see you smile
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| I feel like drowning in the nile
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| I break my feet on the pathway to forgiveness
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| I break my feet on the beauty of your stares
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| And every step I try to take
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| I realize it’s all a fake
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| There is a garden
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| Full of beauty
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| There is a garden
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| I will never see
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| There is a desert
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| Full of disgrace
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| and In this desert
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| I will find my place
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| I burn my tounge in the xray of the sun shine
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| I burn my youne in the beauty of your grace
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| And every time I feel your ire
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| I know I’ll end up in hell fire
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| I lose my mind at the sight of all your beauty
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| I lose my mind at the sight of your delight
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| And every time I sense your shine
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| I feel a crackel on my spine
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| There is a garden
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| Full of beauty
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| There is a garden
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| I will never see
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| There is a desert
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| Full of disgrace
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| and In this desert
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| I will find my place |