Va tocar fa uns dies a Barcelona. Al Luz de Gas. Segur que aquesta la va cantar...
one night to be confused one night to speed up truth we had a promise made four hands and then away both under influence we had divine scent to know what to say mind is a razor blade to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no one night of magic rush the start a simple touch one night to push and scream and then relief ten days of perfect tunes the colors red and blue we had a promise made we were in love to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough and you, you knew the hands of the devil and you, kept us awake with wolf teeth sharing different heartbeats in one night to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no
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