Pleasure Victim
Berlin
Pleasure VictimWe touched there was temperature
I'm not the same
Now I'm passing through your door
It's a pleasure gameyou're the object of of my smile
I'm a life machine
Sentimental sound on sound
Time to switch the sceneyou're the passion in me
You've broken down the system
You're the vision I see
A pleasure victimsimple figures fill my mind
Some I recognize
Bodies always look the same
Never see their eyesto the touch there's always you
How can I erase your
Flaming candles, whispered words
Then your soft embrace
Songwriters
CRAWFORD, JOHN BUCKNERPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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