Gabriel Peter
Miscellaneous
Laying on of hands
Sat in the corner of the fast food restaurant -
with plastic flowers on the windowsill
No more wonder - loaf of bread and fish
get the dirty one Dishes off the table
I'm so sensitive today - it works without stimulation
Now try every possibility, live in an intermediate realm
The ocean is closed, static flashes - electric shock
from cold Feeling
Eyes stare from a distance - guarded by the silent spy
The warmth still flows in me
and I feel that you know me well
No luck, no chance to catch
/>Everything is entirely up to you
It is what it is
Because nothing is a coincidence - here too
Come to me - lay your hands on
I'm ready - lay your hands on
Believe! - put your hands on
Plant roses without thorns for rare customs
Fat men play with garden hoses
Girls at the pool are incredibly thirsty
Their cocktail stick spears the sausage
The The sound is loud, the light is soft -
I climb into the intermediate realm
The warmth still flows in me
and I feel that you know me well
It is what it is< br/>Because nothing is a coincidence - here too
Come to me - lay your hands on
I'm ready - lay your hands on
Believe! - Lay your hands on
Lay your hands on
Lay your hands on
Lay your hands on me

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