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Make me blind. Cover my eyes. You can do what you want.
I'm paralyzed by the perfect mood we're dancing whit blindfolds on.
You make it easy to love you and hate you.
I can't explain it I feel insecure. You it's simple: ”You
die just to live again.”
You say we're waiting for the waltz.
Another you and me.
Another revolutionary heavenly romance. Waitin for the last waltz.
And so it seems.
We won't find the solution.
Confusion leads the dance.
We're wairing for the last waltz.
Praise the wine. So divine. And it stings like a rose.
Allow the night to flow inside.
Open the window and let wind blow. Highlight of the night is
the unhappy ending.
You keep refusing to answer my calls. Drop the bending and stop
the pretending.
You say.. get ready for the last waltz. I belive that no one
in this world has the answers for me.
But still I hope that someone has heard.
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