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bom bom bom, it's music each time.


Instruments

Little Voilin, he liked the wind, his screams will follow me eternities back and forth .

Sir Piano, he liked to swim, but i drowned his bubbles, i am ... hydrofobic .

Mr Guitarr, he did run fast, but he did not catch me.

Boy...

I do not remember, but relax.
I will figure it out eventually!

aah... you... you have not shown me your past, have you Darling?

I have got all day, i also do got all night...
Come to bed with me, I will hug you tightly.

The floor is cold, and it creeks, and i can hear you stand there quietly.
Do not look at the door. Look at me.

Please think "She's beautifull, aint she?"

Let's forget the fact: that ;

I am a siren. I capture men out on the sea.
They never come home again, i fullfill their destiny.

They are tho, not the men you thought they were.
As they saw me they was the pirates, savages and pigs they always have been.

I saved you from their hands and their lust, I sacrifise myself each day... my life, my love.
So that you can have yours.

Be thankfull, i am not... i was born this way, you where not.
I am a siren, it is who i am. I lure men from the boats in to the water.

I sing my song.
They become my instruments, to lure the next crew in.


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Little Voilin, he is the wind.
Sir Piano, he drowns swimmers.
Mr Guitarr, he slows them down.

You... you should show me your future, Darling?



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What is love, is it siren's song?




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Publicerad 2012-10-12 01:53



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