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One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise paid
four hands and then away

Both under influence
we had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind as a razorblade

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start of simple touch
One night to push and scream
and then relief

Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise paid
we were in love

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
for me, no

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
for me, no

And you, you knew the hand of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolves teeth
sharing different heartbeats
in one night

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
for me, no

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
for me, no