This country does not need singers and souls
Only dead bones of souls and singers
I miss so much here your voice
And your beautiful fingers
Dead souls chasing me all around
What I can do with this pressure
I wanna see my fallout
I wanna cuddle you, you are my treasure
My baby I miss you so deadly
Our deadline is almost finished
Our lifeline could be beautiful
If you will not belive danger
Come come back into my soul
I wanna be poisoned from you
Come back to me be my baby
All I have to exchange love and truth
Dead bones
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