Nailed down, on your prayer stoolAs when you will be
Your charms remains,Engraved in my memory,My desire was made of
Ephebe, green fruit, young shoot, Ephebe, carefree Iron, Ephebe, sublime
Sweet racket, everyone is upsetAre you still ver ?Oh chérie,
You left the line to die,You left the line to
Type and typing, I wonder what you are like,I'm taking
Les murs raisonnent encore de vos cris,Vos larmes, toute cette
I grab you, I grab you,Sockin ya one in the
Alone I findYour heartless body at my feet,Confusion invades me,Desire
Tonight, it's time to switch off clocks,Tonight it's time to
Gave me a picture of youSo I won't forget, the
Time is running and we are growing,Is there something I
I would wanna run like a madman,Walk on water and
Sit ther, I got something to say,Let's take a little
I expected you so much,I loved you so,We were together
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