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Just like scarred (the way) you touch my skin |
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Can you handle that shock |
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Fragments of words rush through me |
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As I see your lips move fast |
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Echoed voices never end |
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Blinded wisdom in empty hands |
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And as I come closer to the truth |
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I figure there is none |
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So where are you |
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The whore to walk, aside |
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And all those faces I haved lived in |
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Attach me to my doubtful past |
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Forgotten forces regain strength |
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(Because) strangers die in silence |
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Crosses fade in shimmering white |
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Obtused reflexes born inside |
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So tell me now, where are you? |
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Fingers longing for this gentle chaos |
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Hallow bodies with draconic lips |
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Idyllic smiles decay in laughter Kisses stimulate |
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my skin |
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Voices dumb, without sentiments |
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Digusting taste and eyes so blind |
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Fingers numb , perceptions out of reach |
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breathless as a perfume kills |
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Perverted dreams my fractual bindings |
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As my puzzle falls apart |
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Logic questions the existence |
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of this strange phenomena |
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Hidden in those eyes |
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Like a gentle flimsy kiss |
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Believe me saying it's not the skin |
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It's the stranger inside |
