Текст песни Berlin - Pleasure Victim

Текст:

We touched there was temperture I'm not the same Now i'm passing through your door It's a pleasure game You're the object of of my smile I'm a life machine Sentimental sound on sound Time to switch the scene You're the passion in me You've broken down the system You're the vision i see A pleasure victim Simple figures fill my mind Some i recognize Bodies always look the same Never see their eyes To the touch there's always you How can i erase your Flaming candles, whispered words Then your soft embrace

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