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Apr 2014
The smoke covering your face
i feel like i've been back from outer space
and i don't even know the last numbers of your credit card
Feel the thrill of the chase
unpredictable like a horse race
i'm wearing your favorite shirt, barefeet in your yard
I didn't tell anyone that it spreads like cancer
and through the neon lights, i'm your favorite dancer
wild and beautiful like a black panther
Take me to hell baby
anywhere, amaze me
Vines growing inside my veins like a poison ivy
when you're around the taste in my tongue is spicy
and after some chapters i realize that i'm so tiny
compared to the strings that you use
to make me move against my own rules
Aleska Servian
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Aleska Servian  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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