What My Position (сколько воспоминаний всплывает перед глазами когда слушаю ее)
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I'm the assessor Holding your hand It seems you have forgotten About your man Alone in the darkness My bed's a different land Your touch intensifies And I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand
You're the upsettor Stroking my hand What's my position? I don't understand Am I your position? Am I enigma? Oh, when you turn to me I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand
You, you moved into to my mind again, oh You, you're walking around again and free, oh Oh, I can't let you stay But I'm walking on broken ground again Oh, when will I learn? All you do is push me back in the dirt
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Aaah, Aaah I'm in the quicksand oo-oo-oo-oo I'm in the quicksand oo-oo-oo-oo I'm in the quicksand oo-oo-oo-oo I'm in the quicksand