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2004-09-23 | |
Hesitate...all we can lose is a tombstone.
Candlelight this Friday, Baby,
Open man's life; the woman will survive from truth
Let's start again, those million tears exhausting eternal nights,
pearls, diamonds on the snow, snow lying on nevertouchedlips,
You're 20, you're 30, your sensual body on the scene,
Acordion of funny visions, marriage, billionaires
Nobody knows you, or cares where our bed is,
Narrow alleys, strong ambitions, remember yourself,
Scream out loud "I can't see you like this"
Undress! Woman, turn into light!"
That moonlight evening I ran, you turned your back,
That back I'd kissed so many times!
Guitar chord vibrating between my breasts, the magic of the stone,
Magic woman, the best place's spirit, my angle!
Moss grown on my heart's north, sin!!!!!
"You know, that night, I wish you had held me then!"
That's all right, be strong, I'll be lion, panther, denial,
the crucifix of the penitence that cannot lie words down,
The parchment doesn't gather thoughts, centuries, years, seconds. . ..
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