Get in to crawl with all your grace... canīīt stand the wrong within Blame the disarmed and give in...
to face the game of passion To set things clear your departure is near Straight in the backyard of decay
Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasnīt there
He wasnīt there again I wish heīd stay away Just lie and try to remain Pleasures in a foolīs black garden
Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasnīt there
Anyhow you can, anyhow you will How does it feel to recall all thatīs real in the end... to relent
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