.
.
To once forbidden places
We'll go for a while
My lips are resting on your shoulder
When we're moving so soft and slow
We need the extasy, the jealousy,
The comedy of love
Give me more tragedy, more harmony
And phantasy, my dear
(Alphaville)
.
We'll go for a while
My lips are resting on your shoulder
When we're moving so soft and slow
We need the extasy, the jealousy,
The comedy of love
Give me more tragedy, more harmony
And phantasy, my dear
(Alphaville)
.
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