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Sometimes she feels, like she can't take it anymore
It's kinda logical though she's gone through the shit before
Sometimes I know, that she can't stand my eyes
It's kinda logical though she knows too many hideous lies
I just know that I don't give a damn
Just as long as I can make that face shine again
Shine
Eden Hotel
Breakfast in bed
Coffee in the afternoon
Small talk in her head
Little things you do
Magic of her spell
Magic seems like heaven
Heaven can hurt as well
Hurts like hell
A little is enough
Sometimes its more, more than enough
She's got her own telephonenumber now
But I don't think I'll give her a call
I don't think so