Oh she's an undeceived poetess, lonesome traveler
A thousand eastern promises become a burst of laughter
Dashed hopes in dark clothes lying on one side
She's a thunder at the well
The coffee grinder scent when you're tired
Nice to see her again, got a lot of brand new tunes
though she looks like she knows he's a secondhand heart singing a secondhand blues
She's a naughty ghost, a missing film haunting my camera
The will you stay for the night?
She's the foreign lover, low-lying flower
There's a story that used to remain untold
'bout a sin that the edge of her lips can't hold
While the shape of a thrill waits by her to be moulded

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