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In love with their curse Of true lovers reverses In love with themselves Reflections were false Break a wound full of sound They yearn to be him A witch of the wild Gave each a vial Filled with a cure The jittery toast You can buy to their host And then then we're through Gun gun gun for my walls We are not bangers, we yearn To make love to you, Ariela True, here we are Is it me? Is it you? Oh, could it be that dreams finally come true? We fell off, she felt cleansed And each time with his hand to touch one of her breasts SongtexteDistincts to illuminate to crawl As she rolled inside of the line For the flies to understand the fellow To be you All those wonderful men to be To feel one another with only themselves To see As they weaknessly smiled The witch of the wild Gave her a child Now damn with it all No, no, not with a child Quick glass, veldt and disperse Can make love to me with a driridium girl How far can I live without her I'll forget, forget your sound You've gone out too far on this now You can't have your cake You need it, you baked every trace of yourself with your word Aus Songtexte Mania