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i'm not proud on what i've done
or i can be
i'm not proud on a fact that i'm gonna do it again
again, again and again
until i disappear in the glory
of the sin city
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i shall not ask for forgiveness
i wouldn't get it anyway
i respond only to myself
but we are to ourselves the worst judges
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anyway, i believe that
deep inside of me
still exists a part of me
which could be called as the best
so bright, so fulfilled with passion
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maybe i'm just looking for the easiest way
for an escape from the kingdom of shadows
i have all the time in the world
to call you mine
just for a while.
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i could be soft and full of tender
i could be cruel and brutal
i could whisper you stories from 1001 nights
i could pierce you with a 1001 needles
i could fuck you in the rhythm of the blues
just say the magic word
and i shall show you the world.
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