She's looking like a living doll
A real buty nice and
I remember the waves that come and go
I can smell
Another night in the kitchen with Frank
and the sound of
Waiting on the telephone
I can't leave the room
Maybe you'll call
No way to run no way to hide
living here in
Can you tell me where's the light in your eyes
I
Do you remember slow-motion-times
With little golden stars?
I see you tumble
I was living in a dream
Before you kissed my bleeding
Burning clouds in the sky
I count the hours passing by
I
The curch-bells and the razor-blades
A rainy day, she's alone
The Devil's teeth laughing in the night
of a pale moon
We are dancing like colored leaves in the wind
Our pale
She wrote me a letter, she knows what I mean
translated
I wanna know
I wanna know if you're the one
The only
A lot of trouble the hole nigt through,a lot of
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