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You sit candlelit where I can see youI won't leave until you leaveI swear I made you up inside of my headCause real doesn't feel this goodSoon I'll see all this passionLands in the hell of my imaginationI drop like a rubber bulletAnd you pass, pockets for your keysHave a nice drive homeJust leave me dreamy in the snowSoon I'll see all this passionLands in the hell of my imagination From Letras Mania