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Funker Vogt
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Compulsions
The dreams still come and go Lying wounded on a beach With shrapnel in my leg My only weapon is a knife
And there is this golden fluid A bag full of tiny bottles It is a promise for relief The key for my survival
So I feel, yes, I feel the need To lock myself up in a room Squirt some morphine into my veins To leave this cruel world for a while
And when I close my eyes 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I find myself somewhere else In a world built on illusions Where compulsions are expelled
Out of a need I had to use it Although I never thought I would And before I was aware This need was present every day
A golden mirror for my soul Will be injected through a syringe Slowly creeping up my vein To hit the center of myself
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