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open your soul |
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breath, the smoke that brings freedom to you |
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like strandet whales |
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that feel you the truth |
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when they die in the dessert of nothingness |
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the colour of your heart |
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gives you the power to smile |
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like green fields in the sun |
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your spirit drifts into emptyness |
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musik is splitted into sounds |
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which then harmonizes |
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and frees your senses entirely |
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the godess of lust embraces you |
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with the dazzling scent of womanhood |
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she leads you to the wells |
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of your love |
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and takes a bath with you |
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in the secret desires of your mind |
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the world in which you live |
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close its gates |
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to let you enter |
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into the paradise of yourself |
