Don't play with me, I don't want
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Believe in damage, be a bastard...
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And these little things prick with needles for sure,
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And at night, hair in tufts again ...
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No wonder I cut them off like sins,
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I don't know how to pray - hence the verses,
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Wave your hand at everything and leave,
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Two meters to the window, where I came from.
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Don't play with me, I'm going crazy.
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Summer, winter like two days
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They change places, sting with bites ...
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Black stripes, damn songs.
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Leave me, you hear, hope for "if",
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Choice between salty and fresh.
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As a leaf in autumn I am in the wind,
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Shadow don't play this game with me
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Don't play with me, I don't want
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Believe in damage, be a bastard...
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And these little things prick with needles for sure,
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And at night, hair in tufts again ...
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Don't pull my nerves, I'm not a doll.
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I recognize you by the knock and by the sound,
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Touching my hair
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I am alone, but I can clearly hear your voice.
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I know for sure these jokes of yours,
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Someday they will bring it, and my hands
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They rush to the soap, the rope or the window.
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Well, for now, everything is going according to plan.
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Slowly, slowly, I'm going crazy
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The shadow is terrible when the depth is known.
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Terrifying silence, at least get drunk, huh?!
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Bewitched, bitch, all your me!
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In the head "no", but on the lips "yes",
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The eyes lie, don't lie at least to the images.
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Come out, I know I'm not alone here.
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God save the sinner, amen...
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Don't play with me, I don't want
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Believe in damage, be a bastard...
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And these little things prick with needles for sure,
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And at night, hair in tufts again ... |