Alphaville - Fever!
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Raging horses
in the darkness
When she's crawling
in I'm waking
And her demons
soon got lazy
And the world melts
without aching
Senorita
in a fun house
With no idea
where to turn to
If you ever
recognize her
Smash the mirror
to escape her
She's obsession,
she's a fever
Almost perfect,
I couldn't leave her
A killer in the mirror
The answer to romancers
And I wonder about
the times we had
Oh, leaving from there
was always so sad
Moons are creeping
through her alleys
Angels play
with hearts and halos
And the snow wafts
somehow spinning
'Cross the frostings
on her windows
Bodies sweat
and walls are trembling
Hands grip chains
both fast and frightening
Feral beasts
'gainst metal barriers
One last puff
at end of lightning
She's obsession,
she's a fever
Almost perfect,
I couldn't leave her
A killer in the mirror
A killer in the mirror
The answer to romancers
And I wonder about
the times we had
Leaving from there
was always so sad
Silent spectres
Face upon face
Inquiring eyes scan
The abysmal space
And I wonder about
the times we had
Leaving from there
was always so sad
in the darkness
When she's crawling
in I'm waking
And her demons
soon got lazy
And the world melts
without aching
Senorita
in a fun house
With no idea
where to turn to
If you ever
recognize her
Smash the mirror
to escape her
She's obsession,
she's a fever
Almost perfect,
I couldn't leave her
A killer in the mirror
The answer to romancers
And I wonder about
the times we had
Oh, leaving from there
was always so sad
Moons are creeping
through her alleys
Angels play
with hearts and halos
And the snow wafts
somehow spinning
'Cross the frostings
on her windows
Bodies sweat
and walls are trembling
Hands grip chains
both fast and frightening
Feral beasts
'gainst metal barriers
One last puff
at end of lightning
She's obsession,
she's a fever
Almost perfect,
I couldn't leave her
A killer in the mirror
A killer in the mirror
The answer to romancers
And I wonder about
the times we had
Leaving from there
was always so sad
Silent spectres
Face upon face
Inquiring eyes scan
The abysmal space
And I wonder about
the times we had
Leaving from there
was always so sad
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