Yes i find rest when i feel your breath Cleaning my dirty pores When i sense the wind in my hair I find rest when my eyes swallow beauty when my body - gently disappears - in the sea of life Oh what a pleasure, Oh what an honor, to be here, to feel, to regret Too scared to say a word Our worlds have always collided Our worlds have never been one Will you drown with me, out there ... in the deserted sea? Would you walk with me till the end of time, and see with me what no-one (else) has seen? Please don't look at me like that It feels like you're killing me Please don't touch my skin like that as if you're not here with me
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