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Misty Me, Misty You

I looked happy Happy with a secret I can’t remember you I can’t remember them Those faces, I see them in a mist Don’t get lost, not again! You are wicked, I’m wicked You are my misty, misty, misty boy Not tonight, my love I want to die. To be really dead In the mist, in the mist That must be gloriaus You were always a misty dream Umm, I’m gonna be your misty nightmare Oh, why, why I can’t touch you You are disappearing from me, me Not tonight, my love I want to die. To be really dead In the mist, in the mist That must be gloriaus I still see you in my dreams You make me trembly I’m melting in your arms Kiss my neck one more time Not tonight, my love I want to die. To be really dead In the mist, in the mist That must be gloriaus Your kisses are deadly Shaking like a hurricane You implicated me And now I’m dead, like those roses in my garden Not tonight, my love I want to die. To be really dead In the mist, in the mist That must be gloriaus Not tonight, my love I want to die. To be really dead In the mist, in the mist That must be gloriaus

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