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Finally, my pulse is felt
Eternity, it is a fantasy
I wanted to be with you
Everything is dead in your hands
All sensation goes on sleeping
Like a baby in the cradle
Briefly, a man as ****ing junk
Vanity invades tomorrow
I don't wake up from nightmare
The hard waver makes me dizzy
I may feel sick in the cradle
Everything is dead in your hands
All sensation goes on sleeping
Like a baby in the cradle
Everything is born in your hands
Like a baby in the cradle
