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Tired of the world that tilled us
reaching for the end of the day
tired of the wind that chased us
it 's gonna blow anything away
with a hunger for something
that you cannot eat
all what's left is moving
to the eternal beat
Move body to body
and skin to skin
lust flashes like a thousand spokes
in the corridors that I'm living in
with a hunger for something...........
Small roads lead to my privat hell
to the centre of confusion
living rooms can turn to waiting halls
beware the next illusion
