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ANDREAS JOHNSON >> Merchandise Links
ANDREAS JOHNSON
In a city of cream, were floating by Like creeps and tarts under neon skies In colours of green, scarlet and blue Dhe's taking my hand... leading me to... S secret room, I can feel her breath Her body is tanned, my head in a mess Yhe flavour is sweet, god-given bright... Master of intelligence won't find me tonight All these beautiful faces, taking me places Leaving me spaceless... All these beautiful faces, taking me places I'm coming home... in a stretchout car, on a lowside street She's pulling me close, to make me complete The colour is green, turning to red Her fingers are crossed over my head... All these beautiful faces, taking me places Leaving me spaceless... All these beautiful faces, taking me places I'm coming home...Tonight... In a city of cream, were floating by Like creeps and tarts under neon skies All these beautiful faces, taking me places Leaving me spaceless... All these beautiful faces, taking me places I'm coming home tonight...
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