Round around the circle
In purple sincro frames
I ask myself the meaning
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I know there's no mistake
I'm pleasured and delight
I'm on the spinning game
I guess that first we should become
Much closer than we are
While we make love
But we make love
Yes we make love
Insisting at the table
Waiting for the day
Breathing death of glory
Close to the mourning end
The dinner was so fancy
But I couldn't catch the taste
Of the reasons why we're standing here
In the darkest place
