Without talking, your eyes will understand me
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In his view, you are satisfied with a wink that ignites nostalgia
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Tell me what your fire looks like
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And he taught me how what happened, nostalgia and softness
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Without talking, your eyes will understand me
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In his view, you are satisfied with a wink that ignites nostalgia
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Tell me what your fire looks like
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And he taught me how what happened, nostalgia and softness
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Take me to you and your eyes, roses and jasmine
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Take me to you to forget the moaning before you
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Your love became the blink of an eye for my life years
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Take me to you, I want to be your eyes
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Take me to you and your eyes, roses and jasmine
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Take me to you to forget what was before you moaning
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Your love has become the blink of an eye for my years
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Take me to you, I want to be for your eyes
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Elk will sing and Shaw rich sense
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If only you would be in my beloved heart
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If you know who is able to carry your fire
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I will tell you who is close to my heart
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Take me to you and your eyes, roses and jasmine
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Take me to you to forget what was before you moaning
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Your love became the blink of an eye for my life years
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Take me to you, I want to be for your eyes
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Take me to you and your eyes, roses and jasmine
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Take me to you to forget who was before you, Amen
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Your love became the blink of an eye for my life years
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Take me to you, I want to be for your eyes |