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I gave up counting my lovers
their fates are footprints in the sand
do you see the fading traces
I am waiting at the end
through the stunning scent of candles
break the barricades of pride
reach into the inner circle
get me close and hold me tight
now I'm sure I dare
'cause I'm longing for some care
I'm not as tough as it may seem
stone cold ____ \\
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