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I can think of anything as hard as your love If only I could understand what it is made of I can think of anything as rough as your love If only I could understand what it is made of I trick myself with gasoline The fire grows inside my skin No fantasy, no in-betweens Don't tell me no lies Finger on the trigger Letting it all out Bursting with desire I can deal without I can think of anything as hard as your love If only I could understand what it is made of I can think of anything as rough as your love If only I could understand what it is made of Crouching in the empty scene I see your face on the video screen I'm your slave and you're my queen I picture ourselves in a Hollywood dream Crouching on the еmpty scene Did I see your face on thе video screen? I'm a slave to you, my queen Imagine ourselves in a Hollywood dream Aus Songtexte Mania