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could be contended I don't need to suffer You're beautiful Good to talk to You make an impression To take my attention And when you touch my skin I smell disaster Step away - walk away All I want is the real thing (nothing but the real thing) Walking on pavements We collect in bars Asleep in the houses So alone - Looking inside herself She breaks the glass Turns her head backwards She's fallen down again