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 |