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superdemko
I'm too weak to be your cure.
 

we are heading out of town

nothing to stop us now

get carried away

 

lets think about all the nights on lucky street

we stay up til 3 am

 

theres a bitter cold chill in the air

its haunting everywhere

fueling on alcohol and nicotine

 

WE are alone

but we are better off by ourselves

 

its time to roll the windows down

feel the cold air all around...

 

get carried away...........

No liebes - lieben Sie mich?
 
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