Show me your cross, the rhythm of your eyes. 're part of the magnet that pulls me away of this world. Here there is nothing left standing, as a punishment. Show me your soul, and rhythm of your eyes. Love is not so accurate , no, this time as hypnotic. Some consolation there must be some shelter. I give you pleasure words, talk dirty in my ear ... You have poisoned cocktail my solitude.
A flash on your rouge, and the pace of your eyes. homicidal impulse, repeated scene. Here there is nothing left standing, as a punishment. You have a cocktail
poisoned my solitude. I'm just and with my boots full of rain and dancing you with the means to knee. Everything is a silent film faster. It is when you lie is when you doubt . You have a cocktail
poisoned my solitude. You have poisoned cocktail and is the pace of your eyes. (The rhythm of your eyes, 1988)
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