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In this hazy place of coldI reach my hands for desiresomething makes my senses glowa treasure I admireyou're my beatifultwisted liethe mental drug in methat makes me flyAll the things I've done are caused by youa make-believe that takes me higherI'm dependent on the words you breathethey have set my mind on fireIn this state of liberationswhere it always seems to shinesomething blinds my field of viewmy imaginary designbut without your loveI left outdoorsI am faced with guiltand remorseAll the things I've done are caused by youa make-believe that takes me higherI'm dependent on the words you breathethey have set my mind on fire From Letras Mania