Now I’m here.
Far from home
And looking for someone makin me confident to steer.
Sad inner feelings.
Not a pleasure dome
To remind me we all are human beings.
Made of flesh and blood we are
But you, hun, stare at me playin gently your guitar.
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I get lost in your dark eyes.
There where my soul dies.
You got(h) eyes.
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