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The afternoon is falling into your eyes
Again a car in the emptiness and the foggy
A rumor under the skin
Almost unintentionally
We are on a way between the illusions
Slipping each other there is a shadow around
And again we see mountains crossing from the stones
Please don't read the poster
Neither yesterday's advertisings
I can't wait you until the end of the century
I want to feel your body getting closer
I want to find a paradise of not to come back
A rumor under the skin
Almost unintentionally
We are on a way between the illusions
The detours, the goblins do not scare me
I only want to continue coming near to myself
Coming near to myself
I can find
That paradise
Coming near to myself
Coming near to myself
Please don't read the poster
Almost unintentionally
We are on a way until the end of the century
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