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Mechanical weddings promise the golden stars Too hollow orations keep the spotless thoughts Luxurious places show a way for the right Do we really have to feel this joy so bright? Frustrated are all victims of this turquoise room Frustrated are all victims of this turquoise room Synthetic smiles are helpless repressed thirst Nobody wants to be erased like the first Cup of cold mirrors reflects their shining air Until the time when the space will not be rare Frustrated are all victims of this turquoise room Frustrated are all victims of this turquoise room (Thanks to Rara Avis for these lyrics) From Letras Mania