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I can't ignore this game, my dearall your isinuations break meI have a faint, slight ideaof what is like your favourite nation.Hit me with one more kissyou won't find a better missor just keep wondering in your palaceyou could as well take me for a flash dance.Every single night I'll sleep in silent sightsnot to disturb your dreaming.No more insinuations or fake idilic nationswill set me far from where you are.Each single, warming night.Oh, each single, warming night. From Letras Mania