| What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide
That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Better get on your knees and pray panic is on the way
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| I've seen places,
faces and smiled for a moment
But oh, you haunted me so
Still my tongue tied young pride
Would not let my love for you show
In case you'd say no
To Russia I flew, but there and then
I suddenly knew you'd care again.
My running around is through
I fly to you from Russia with love.
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| Guys: Never underestimate the power of the black fitted t-shirt. Hottness points are dramatically boosted. Not even kidding. |
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