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SENSE ON WORDS
I can feel… it`s so nice, so nice, so nice,
that my heart is turning blue.
It`s the way that you touch my eyes, my eyes
when I can`t put them on you.
In my life there is always a deep void…
Don`t be angry if I try to fill (it).
For the night owl, for the night owl is my world, my words. And my howl
brings a fire to the layer never shown before, and will be no more.
He is a player, his smile is like a stone that can ward off, ward off me.
And I`ve tried, I`ve tried to get him with my words… my sense on words, in vain.
Want to appeal to my woman`s rigths, my rigths,
so I call for attention, please.
Don`t you see how it sinks my tired inside?
`cause I hate to be begging this.
All the things that I have left to tell…
pushing hard from within me.
For the night owl, for the night owl is my world, my words. And my howl
brings a fire to the layer never shown before, and will be no more.
He is a player, his smile is like a stone
Sense on words in vain….
… my only yearning, where are you?
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