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Berlin Count Three And Pray

no harm Lost in a nightmare Falling through thin air Faster and faster Love is getting closer and closer It's time that you wake up From haircuts and

And the balance will shift between the week and the strong Once they would beg and they would plead but now they demand Divided by those that need and

Hold on to me And you won't hurt so much I want you to be free But I can't do it all I'll wear Pink and velvet for you I'll wear tonight Pink and velvet

memories Of your affections Where do I stand, I never planned on this misery I need protections You walk away so easily from the battle grounds Of my emotions All's fair in passion and

Mirror, mirror tell me beware Coldly revealing all the faces I wear From a teasing smile for boys on the street To a shifty glance for eyes looking too

side, a suicidal bomb threat Every morning you rise, and stored in your drive And programmed to open your mind, I kosher the rhyme And pray it like a