I died, I died, I died again
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You fell at your feet, hand in hand into the night
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Everything would be fine, but spinning the spindle
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Do not believe in the night, your kisses are blood
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What's on the lips, but you're on the hands again
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I believe only in heaven, that they believe us to the melt
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I died, I died, I died again
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You fell at your feet, hand in hand into the night
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Everything would be fine, but spinning the spindle
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Do not believe in the night, your kisses are blood
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What's on the lips, but you're on the hands again
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I believe only in heaven, that they believe us to the melt
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We are just a tsunami in the wind, you have a price tag on Badoo
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You were not for sale
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But the bitter poison will wash away the lips
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Who would I be if you weren't
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Dream Interpretation, but without dreams
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And who would I be if not you
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Chained, but without shackles
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I died, I died, I died again
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You fell at your feet, hand in hand into the night
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Everything would be fine, but spinning the spindle
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Do not believe in the night, your kisses are blood
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What's on the lips, but you're on the hands again
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I believe only in heaven, that they believe us to the melt
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We are in your soul, together in your soul
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But the poles are not the same, don't look for me, I'm in the dark
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Gloomy day on the stage, but we do not sing
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We pray to heaven for miracles
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I was lost in the dusk in the morning
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Fume will not be wise
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The evil dope in my head was screaming
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We will burn in the fire that already answered
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Night with me on the move bet
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Create with me on the move
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I died, I died, I died again
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You fell at your feet, hand in hand into the night
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Everything would be fine, but spinning the spindle
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Do not believe in the night, your kisses are blood
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What's on the lips, but you're on the hands again
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I believe only in heaven, that they believe us to the melt
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I died, I died, I died again
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You fell at your feet, hand in hand into the night
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Everything would be fine, but spinning the spindle
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Do not believe in the night, your kisses are blood
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What's on the lips, but you're on the hands again
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I believe only in heaven, that they believe us to the melt
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I died, I died, I died again
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You fell at your feet, hand in hand into the night
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Everything would be fine, but spinning the spindle
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Do not believe in the night, your kisses are blood
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What's on the lips, but you're on the hands again
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I believe only in heaven, that they believe us to the melt |