The Nico Blues - Dementia in Three Dimensions | Текст песни

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A crowded room
A moment’s doubt
A fleeting glimpse
I am without

All that I do
Is think of you
All I can prove
Is that I’ve been so fucked up

I’ll play it nice

Cause love is not for free
It’s my own device
Sweet slice of dull humanity

All I can do
Is wait for you
I wish for that
But still get this

Get this
Getting kissed
By my own indecision

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