My body spoke a language
You sure knew how to understand
Tell me man how many signs do I have to send?
Maybe you can have enough
But I tell you, that I can't
Tomorrow I will wake up
And my chances they will still be the same
I need someone to guard my mind
Someone, who can feed my eyes
Need someone for the hours of the big red bun
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