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Hautewerk Lyrics



TRANCE NUMBER THREE

ŠKenny Howes and John Hall

Wound up tight, nothing new
Absorbed by words of blue
Sometimes I feel that way too
To be with you
I don't stand a chance
Something about you
Puts me in a trance
Maybe it's your icy glare
The way the camera translates your stare
And how you frown and slowly smile
Like you're afraid to care
Are you amused at my display
Of confused, wasted days?






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