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Hold on the feeling |
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this is plastic love |
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She lives in a little flat |
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outside the citylife, a simple life |
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where metal birds fly in the sky |
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and life it is marvellous |
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but we know there is the fact of restlessness |
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a matter of fact when passion reaches her heart |
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and so she falls in love |
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and soon she takes revenge |
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she hates the day |
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At night she's dreaming |
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of a beautiful feeling |
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of a plastic love |
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As time goes by she feels the fear of lonelyness |
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the wicked games of jealousy |
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and wind is telling stories full of harm |
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oh, life it was marvellous |
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inside this country flat where time stood still |
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where are the well-known faces of the stars |
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there is no self-control |
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so start hating tenderness |
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start hating lonelyness, revenge |
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where are the flowers in your heart |
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At night she's dreaming |
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of a beautiful feeling |
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of a plastic love |
