| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning my sweetheart is in the trash
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning we go out in nirvana
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| But when you're like this, a little drunk
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| You beckon me with the sweet smell of Chanel
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| But, but I don't know if it's right or not
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| But you pour me a glass of wine at lunchtime
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| So casually you took off your tunic
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| And I'm excitedly watching the wild beast
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| Come on, come on, let's inhale this smell
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| And glasses on the table, and you and I on the moon
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning my sweetheart is in the trash
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning we go out in nirvana
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning my sweetheart is in the trash
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning we go out in nirvana
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning my sweetheart is in the trash
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning we go out in nirvana
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| Love you, baby, baby, baby
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| So at ease with the body naked
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| Inhale the mint vouge, pour the drink again
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| I didn't know you a couple of hours ago
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| You save my strength and throw a languid look
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| Glasses on the table, you missed me so much
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| And you've been on the moon in ecstasy for a couple of years
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| Alcohol is not the same and kissing you on the mouth
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| I turn up the sound and you're a badass bitch
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning my sweetheart is in the trash
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning we go out in nirvana
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning my sweetheart is in the trash
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| So constantly all thoughts are in the fog
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| Even in the morning we go out in nirvana |