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Wind oh carry me away |
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Guide my angels -unlink their chains |
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Words find echoes in my past |
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My delusion now unmasked |
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I dare to touch this bodies surface |
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Temptation blinding my resistance |
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I could linger so much longer |
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But the wind was stronger |
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Yes I know my eyes are sinning |
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Longing for what is not mine |
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Defend her purity with mercy |
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Thread my guts, cut off my tongue |
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Merge my conflict with the wind |
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Mesmerise my childish instincts |
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Then I'll suffer no much longer |
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But still the wind was stronger |
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My puppets, angels, dolls and she |
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Starring, whispering at me |
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Ready to drop - in chains paralysed |
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On naked skin I feel their glares |
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Embarrassed of what they might see |
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I cannot speak, I cannot think |
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Scared to death I move no longer |
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Yes, I guess the wind was stronger |