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The Drum Of Love

Is It Possible To Rewind Time? Well I Want To
Like A Letter, She Came To Me And I Started Think
When I Was The Most Miserable Her Face Got In My Sight
I Think About Her Every Day, And Every Night Too
This Is Like A Card Playing Game, Which Never Ends
That Computer In My Head, Has Gone Crazy Once Again
It Has Crashed And Sends Me An E-Mail Over And Over
The E-Mail Says The Same Thing, Always The Same
The Sender Claims, That I’m Scared, Scared Of The Happiness
Which I Can Feel, Just If I Reply Positively To That Message
I Miss You So That I Could Die, My Oh My
If I Kiss You On The Cheek And You Say No
I’m Gone, It’s Done And You Will Never See My Face
Never Again, I’m Gonna Hear You Voice
Which Sounds Heavenly Every Time I Hear It Ringing
In My Mind Which Is Overloaded With Thoughts About You
I Hear A Sound Of Something New, And It Gets Louder
The Sound Grows And I Hear It Clapper In My Head
I Feel It Through My Whole Body, And Then I Think
Don’t Make Me Do This Again, I’ll Just Hurt You
Then I Realize It’s The Sound Of The Drum
The Drum Which Has No Drummer, It’s In My Chest
In My Head, In My Veins And Everywhere
It’s The Sound Of The Drum Of Love, The Heart
I Miss You So That I Could Die, My Oh My
If I Kiss You On The Cheek And You Say No
I’m Gone, It’s Done And You Will Never See My Face
Never Again, I’m Gonna Hear You Voice
I’m Gonna Hear Your Voice Every Day And Night
Until I See You In The Light Of The Sun Again
You’re My Sea And I’m Your Wind
I’m Your Smoke If You Were Fire, Desire

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