H Seeking

I am the master of disguise
I could be the best of spies
But I just satisfy myself
With a bunch of lies
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In days of old
stories were told
Of King Nebuchadnezzar
and his statue of gold
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This is the real me
For all the world to see
I only pay attention
To what matters, I be
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I am afraid it is too good to be true
I have never felt this happy since the day I met you
I know it is just a month or two
But I feel you, I forever knew
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Invisible

Harry potter had his invisibility cloak
But these are the things that I love to invoke
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Rosa dressed in green every day. She wore her grey jumper and flat canvas shoes and was ready for another day.

If people observed her, one cannot say, nor was she willing to hear their way. One thing was certain Rosa always had her play.
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Oui c'est fou cet amour que je ressens

Je trouve le monde brumeux
Quand devant vous je commence à m'agenouiller
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De petits pas chaque jour devraient suffire
Ne rechute pas si
Vous allez payer le prix
Commencez à refuser somone aujourd'hui
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Un plaisir accru
Une goutte de peinture explosive
Éclaboussé sur la toile
Les couleurs vives exposées
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J'ai besoin d'écrire un master epic
J'ai besoin de toi pour me montrer quelques astuces
Comment charmez-vous les chaussettes d'un homme
Faire la dame se tordre
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Nous avons allumé un feu derrière nous sur le sommet de la montagne
La lueur scintillante nous a éclairés
Notre peau brillait aussi brillante que l'or
De longues ombres fusionnées en une seule
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Il est bouillant
Ébullition et bouillonnement à l'intérieur
Je peux sentir ses cheveux se hérisser
Jusqu'à ce que sa colère diminue
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Une main épaisse semble étrangler ma gorge
Je peux à peine respirer, c'est ma chèvre
Ma voix est étouffée et toutes les pensées sont rayées
Qu'est-ce que tu m'as fait
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The Bubble man strikes
Superhero Superman here comes Bubble man
With muscles of white foam
That would disappear alone
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Est-ce l'amour?
Regard volé
Se sentir si rare
Je regarde l'eau se ruer dans tes cheveux
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What kind of love is this
That I know will never be fulfilled
Not even to meet the person
Let alone to it be weld
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Oh Postman If ever thou passeth that way
Please do handover my letter to him
He lives yonder hill
Many a mile away still
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Break my heart
Stamp it and prod it
Over and over again
Tenderise the meat
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She has him wound up
On her little finger right
Twisted and turned
Screwed and burnt
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He would break it
Of that she was sure
He had too many pleasures
She was but one out of four
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