Berlin

Berlin - Pleasure Victim

rate me

We touched there was temperture

i'm not the same

now i'm passing through your door

it's a pleasure game

you're the object of of my smile

i'm a life machine

sentimental sound on sound

time to switch the scene

you're the passion in me

you've broken down the system

you're the vision i see

a pleasure victim

simple figures fill my mind

some i recognize

bodies always look the same

never see their eyes

to the touch there's always you

how can i erase your

flaming candles, whispered words

then your soft embrace

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