Berlin - Pleasure Victim |
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Pleasure Victim
Berlin We touched there was temperture now i'm passing through your door it's a pleasure game i'm not the same you're the object of of my smile sentimental sound on sound i'm a life machine time to switch the scene you're the passion in me a pleasure victim you've broken down the system simple figures fill my mind you're the vision i see some i recognize bodies always look the same never see their eyes to the touch there's always you how can i erase your flaming candles, whispered words then your soft embrace |
