| - Casablanca
Meeting in a jungle of a hundred burning suns We couldn't hide, we couldn't run Inner city art mirages, you never know who to trust This isn't fantasy, this is ... - Woman
You don't have to explain it to me Babe, I feel it comingjust have to let it be I've seen your cold, cold ways And it kept me lost in a haze Gonna lose your wo...
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