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| 01 |
There was you without any kind of blue...
You were at your bed at the Red Square...
It'll be christmas time soon and snow is a major blow with its inner glow...
There was an invisible badge while we were living on the edge...
You told me this:
- Hey Man...
- Minsk...
- Kiev...
- Drive your pen...
- I need you by my side inside a shaman's ride...
I was observing your blonde hair on the atmosphere...
The way that you walked or smiled was what we were...
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| 02 |
Pagan poetry was our inner sphere...
Told you this:
- Love...
- Teach...
- No dove...
- Reach...
Your lipstick was inside my coat and your dress wasn't a game chess...
- Outside...
- Let's drive...
- Rudolf's reindeer is not far...
- It knows who we're...
I was thinking on the beauty of your eyes...
I knew that they do not carry lies...
- There's you and me...
- We always roam the sea for free...
- We are whatever the fuck that we want to be...
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| 03 |
Told you this.
- This isn't our song...
- Neither is a bomb...
You said this to me with a rubber tiger that had fiber....
- There's truth on our youth...
- One...
- Two...
- Three...
- Let's riot for free...
We had a drink...
We merged our own ink...
You were my melting pot...
You were telling me that a gift is not a drift...
- Yoga...
- Fashion...
- Passion...
- Leisure...
- Pleasure...
- We love each other inside a piece of land where both of us put our left hand.
You told me this while you were observing a book with our own look...
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