The End
I've lost my head
And I don't have to be myself anymore, I mix gently with you, I annul this agreement
The End
I lost all my thoughts
And you won't know why I said that this dream will never happen again
Ref. The dance of death on the street, like a tornado carrying away everything
With one macabre gesture I created a dead disco
The end
I drove a hard icicle into the heart
All permitted words are forbidden again, don't ask about anything more
The end
And nothing will happen again
In the crowd
You won't recognize my face
The end
In the eye of the storm, I clap my hands
In a moment, a black hole will swallow me
Ref. There's a dance of death in the street, like a tornado it's taking away everything
With one macabre gesture I organized a dead disco

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