She is thriving in my hands
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His touches crave
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Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
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She is thriving in my hands
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His touches crave
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Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
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There is no feeling between him and me
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She as Bonnie and I as Clyde, we as the heroes of the movie
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Together to the end, we brotherly share everything
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There is peace in our hearts like in the Dalai Lama
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His adventures crave and believe it or not
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But we have nothing to do with others
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Every day as the first, looking into the eyes of the words I weave
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She is perfect, she doesn't represent anything of herself
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We as pros and cons as counter-pole weave
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She told me like the eighth wonder of the world
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You as a day I as a night
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Sometimes far away, sometimes next door
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It's a little crazy for you
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She is thriving in my hands
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His touches crave
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Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
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She is thriving in my hands
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His touches crave
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Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
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Themes and variations don't help
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It remains to give up and become free
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And if someone says "he has a prescription" - don't believe it
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Because you have to see it with your own eyes
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Just wait for the letter in your email
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And dilemmas and realities no longer exist
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Time as a background for the road
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The directions are the opposite, but we draw strength in them
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Hero or crowd - becomes irrelevant
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Not important as a lie or the truth
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Just one random message
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And your way with him is clear
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You as a day, I as a night
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Sometimes far away, sometimes next door
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It's a little crazy for you
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She is thriving in my hands
|
His touches crave
|
Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
|
She is thriving in my hands
|
His touches crave
|
Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
|
She is thriving in my hands
|
His touches crave
|
Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
|
She is thriving in my hands
|
His touches crave
|
Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
|
She is thriving in my hands
|
His touches crave
|
Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others
|
She is thriving in my hands
|
His touches crave
|
Believe it or not, we have nothing to do with others |