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Sunday Afternoon
Sunday afternoon, spread across the floor
Feel you coming nearer, and what for?
Hair tickles on my back
Suffer, not for lack of emotions...
Wash my soul away...on a tidal wave
of love, love and emotions....
Kill so slowly
Carve across my heart, carve across my brain
I think that I'm in love
In love, again
Can't survive her smile
Hidden meanings, and all the while
Think to me it's plain, she's killing me
In love again
Whispers pass her lips, slowly lift her hips
and bury me again...
Lies are woven in... to the fabric of a
Sunday afternoon, Spread across the floor
Feel me comming deep inside
And what for?
