Now, i´m coming out of the war
Send your poems to me
Boy, i wish to thank you for the praises
You just have to learn to hit that low,
Hard inside pith
Send your poems to me
Boy, i wish to thank you for the praises
You just have to learn to hit that low,
Hard inside pith
Innocent?
Still an innocent
Now! there are so many of us
Maybe, maybe the spell continues here
I don't care if you are liar or priest
Always exists a disguise
Oh yeah! oh yeah!
It's a game
A romantic grand game
Full of the fury of discovery
It's a game
A romantic grand game
Full of the fury of discovery
Learn to hit that low
Innocent?
Still an innocent
Now, there are so many of us
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