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Текст (слова) песни: Berlin - Pleasure Victim
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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