| I'm burned, you can't touch
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| There's no cure, you can't disappear
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| You got burned, you can't hold on
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| It's late, you've had enough of death
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| We burned, we became slaves to ashes
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| We're roasted, we're full of fire
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| To the stone head sweet language does not profit
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| Even the Köşk-ü sefa is not enough for our lord.
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| Abbas is a passenger, my mother
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| Her figure is working
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| Abbas is a passenger, my mother
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| Doesn't take my shape off me
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| I'm burned, you can't touch
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| There's no cure, you can't disappear
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| You got burned, you can't hold on
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| It's late, you've had enough of death
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| To the stone head sweet language does not profit
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| Even the Köşk-ü sefa is not enough for our lord.
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| Abbas is a passenger, my mother
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| Her figure is working
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| Abbas is a passenger, my mother
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| Doesn't take my shape off me
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| Ah
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| You can't see
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| Never mind, don't force it Abbas
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| let it go
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| E be this much from you
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| Abbas
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| (X2)
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| To the stone head sweet language does not profit
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| Even the Köşk-ü sefa is not enough for our lord.
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| Abbas is a passenger, my mother
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| Her figure is working
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| Abbas is a passenger, my mother
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| Doesn't take my shape off me
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| Her figure is working
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| Doesn't take my shape off me |