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There's always something i must do which keeps me anxious, thrills me blue, night and day. But, no tears for the falling angels, just samba with the power rangers and wait for the ballroom to explode (and i can hear it exploding, now!). So now will i love you girl when the night is growing in my heart? I whished i'd die and then be born: rebuilt with the master plans. Dr. Frankenstein, he knows: to be or not to be sastified with myself. A pair of white gloves in my empty hands, the shiny eyes of cocktail superman: you got the faking casanova! you got the faking casanova! You sent me neverending signs to speed on highways to your heart green lights on fire! But then you said: "you think you're some exoctic bird in the world? I wasn't born to be your the housekeeper of soul! Not Me!" So now will i love you girl when the night is growing in my heart? I whished i'd die and then be born: rebuilt with the master plans. Dr. Frankenstein, he knows: to be or not to be sastified with myself. A pair of white gloves in my empty hands, the shiny eyes of cocktail superman: you got the faking casanova! you got the faking casanova! For you specially!
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