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Leave me with my tragedies, |
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those who stick to me like wet leaves |
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in the (dry) sunlight. |
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My face is frozen, byt my eyes still see, |
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for I am in your dreams and fantasies |
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Leave me with my misery, |
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the one who cover me with glory |
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and enter me like a slave in the dry sunlight. |
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That light that burned my face |
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to what you can see, a tragedy... |
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...it sculptured me... |
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For I am your dreams and fantasies. |
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Dreams, like deserts. |
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Dreams, like stone. |
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Dreams from flesh to bone. |
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Dreams, like deserts. |
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Dreams that moan, |
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for I am in your twilight-zone. |
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Leave me with my destiny, the one who lick my scars. |
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The one who grants its flesh to me, and to my marbled anxiety. |
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My soul is frozen, my flesh is weak, for I am dreams and fantasies. |
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[Phrase by T.Warrior '85] |
