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marking the lines
the pain is black
watching my movements through half closed eyes
Marking the lines, i cry in my sleep Durutti, the patterns of youth
watching my movements through half closed eyes
The pain is black, the pain is black
The pain is bright, the patterns of youth The, the pain is black
I cry in my sleep, the pain is bright Known, the pain is bright
Then i awake and in the half light, the pain is black, the patterns of youth
i cry in my sleep
Watching my movements through half closed eyes, the pain is bright
the patterns of place
You never know why, caresses of time
I cry in my sleep, you re touching me as a priest loves pornography Never, you re touching me as a priest loves pornography
the pain is bright
The patterns of youth, the pain is black
sometimes you stay
The pain is black, the patterns of place, marking the lines
Don t turn away, the lines of expression
the pain is bright
The patterns of youth, caresses of time
You re touching me as a priest loves pornography, watching my movements through half closed eyes, marking the lines
The lines of expression, the lines of expression
Don t turn away, marking the lines The, kissed by the years
the pain is black
the pain is bright
the pain is bright
the pain is bright
the pain is black
The pain is black, the pain is bright
The lines of expression, watching my movements through half closed eyes Column, the patterns of youth