| Any prohibition, the book of the old testament
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| It doesn't concern us, baby, you and I are out
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| Out of orbit in this obscure universe
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| Where we do not belong, we are from another galaxy
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| Called "Unknown"
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| Where there are no laws, where there is only us alone, only we are alone
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| Give me your hand, I will show you the way to your heart
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| And I'll take any of your ailments, closer to my heart
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| I scatter that deck of cards
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| Where kings and ace will decide for freedom
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| It's the least I can do
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| And I can do more, but it's too early for God
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| I might not even be your type,
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| But choosing according to tastes, we would not have found each other
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| If there is a choice between us
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| I will choose you, you will choose me
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| She is so holy
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| The demon ran away from her in tears
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| In her eyes is the Garden of Eden
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| She is my gentle, my tender
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| She is so holy
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| That a prisoner will be released for her
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| In her hands I melted
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| She is my good, my good
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| My life is already divided
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| For a small piece of goodness and a large piece of sins,
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| But you change my sins for good
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| And we are one, we are one link
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| In our action movie, baby, there will be many parts
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| Where there will be no falsehood
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| But, I agree with me, it's not easy for you,
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| but we are used to smashing the face of difficulties
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| I won't buy you a Gucci dress
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| That's not why I don't want a lot of money,
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| And because first I will give a better life,
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| And there you can already buy what you need
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| And in general - shopping is not mine
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| Yes, and you yourself are made differently
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| You are completely different, you have absorbed all the good
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| And share kindness with others
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| She is so holy
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| The demon ran away from her in tears
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| In her eyes is the Garden of Eden
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| She is my gentle, my tender
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| She is so holy
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| That a prisoner will be released for her
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| In her hands I melted
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| She is my good, my good
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| She is so holy
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| The demon ran away from her in tears
|
| In her eyes is the Garden of Eden
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| She is my gentle, my tender
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| She is so holy
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| That a prisoner will be released for her
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| In her hands I melted
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| She is my good, my good |