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24-04-2011, 10:44 AM
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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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Stoke the fires of burning flesh
Free the spirits and let them rest Release the captive hearts above Carry gentle clouds of love Hand to me your thoughts and deeds For they will slow your journey’s speed I’ll keep them safe inside my head I’ll nurture them and keep them fed We fan the flames and see them prance And you and I will have our dance Satan’s tango, steps of death Will guide our feet and burn our flesh As we glide across the floor You will not harm me anymore |
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