I'm trembling without meaning to
The light that the storm gives
I hear murmurs and footsteps
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Behind the painting on the wall
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And there's nobody left in it
That ties my feet and hands
Love with a taste of life
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I search anxiously in the painting
And it's hanging on the wall
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But I know that I didn't dream it
There are traces of passion
The spell will come again
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That ties my feet and hands
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Chained to his body
Love with a taste of life
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Like a passionate sprite
That ties my feet and hands
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Chained to his body
Love with a taste of life
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Hidden face of the lie
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Reality of my fantasy
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Like a passionate sprite
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That ties my feet and hands
Love with a taste of life
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Hidden face of the lie