My private paradise.
I want to spend there.
Tangled path to go.
Part of me to grow.
So I want to get there.
Close.
Drowned in your storms.
No secrets at all.
Pure water running cold.
Few memories to hold.
I'm outside the door.
I'm outside the door.
Days are passing by.
This place is warm and dry.
So I want to get there.
Close.
Drowned in your storms.
So close.
Drowned in your storms.
Paradise.
Paradise...
Paradise...
Paradise...
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