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“And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home For singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.”
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“To the soul's desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned
What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow”
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The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned
What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow”
―
“I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find
Him laughing.”
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Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find
Him laughing.”
―
“In your room where time stands still
Or moves at your will.
Will you let the morning come soon,
Or will you leave me lying here?
In your favorite darkness,
Your favorite half-light,
Your favorite consciousness,
Your favorite slave.
In your room where souls disappear
Only you exist here.
Will you lead me to your armchair,
Or leave me lying here?
Your favorite innocence,
Your favorite prize,
Your favorite smile,
Your favorite slave.
In your room your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise.
Will you let the fire die down soon,
Or will I always be here?
Your favorite passion,
Your favorite game,
Your favorite mirror,
Your favorite slave.
I'm hanging on your words,
Living on your breath,
Feeling with your skin.
Will I always be here?”
―
Or moves at your will.
Will you let the morning come soon,
Or will you leave me lying here?
In your favorite darkness,
Your favorite half-light,
Your favorite consciousness,
Your favorite slave.
In your room where souls disappear
Only you exist here.
Will you lead me to your armchair,
Or leave me lying here?
Your favorite innocence,
Your favorite prize,
Your favorite smile,
Your favorite slave.
In your room your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise.
Will you let the fire die down soon,
Or will I always be here?
Your favorite passion,
Your favorite game,
Your favorite mirror,
Your favorite slave.
I'm hanging on your words,
Living on your breath,
Feeling with your skin.
Will I always be here?”
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