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"Foreign skin on eager hips. Senseless phrases formed by unknown lips sting fingertips."

Sleepwalkin'

Travel through the city
The city of lights
Walking with God
With God on your side

Everywhere you go through
Lost in a crowd
Like a suspect
Head to the ground

Sleepwalkin
Sleep talkin'

Money, sex and violation

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