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Santa Fe
He spoke my language in this foreign land
Familiar secrets shared in a sinful bed
Imagination flowing through his ancient hands
He painted just my fantasy in red, bright red
I call him Santa Fé
Someone to dance with on a rainy day
He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
Sure of what I'm only not so sure about
So can he just be my illusion
That I created with confusion?
He wears a tall top-hat filled with secrets of our souls
He'll pull them out as he pulls you in through the secret hole
I call him Santa Fé
Someone to bleed with on this lovely day
He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
Sure of what I'm only not so sure about
Will he take this grand delusion
Add his love to make his own conclusion?
True or false can you feel his pulse?
The warmth he carries really varies
With the name of the game
He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
Sure of what I'm only nt so sure about
In the end it leads to sudden madness when he
Takes these reasons breathes some sanity into them
So can he just be my illusion
I created with confusion
Will he take this grand delusion
Add his love to make his own conclusion
He will paint his own conclusion
In red
With Me
In bed
Does he really love me?
I'll see what I wanna see
And I'll never be free
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And I'll never be free
I'll see what I wanna see
Does he really love me?
In bed
With Me
In red
He will paint his own conclusion
Add his love to make his own conclusion
Will he take this grand delusion
I created with confusion
So can he just be my illusion
Takes these reasons breathes some sanity into them
In the end it leads to sudden madness when he
Sure of what I'm only nt so sure about
He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
With the name of the game
The warmth he carries really varies
True or false can you feel his pulse?
Add his love to make his own conclusion?
Will he take this grand delusion
Sure of what I'm only not so sure about
He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
Someone to bleed with on this lovely day
I call him Santa Fé
He'll pull them out as he pulls you in through the secret hole
He wears a tall top-hat filled with secrets of our souls
That I created with confusion?
So can he just be my illusion
Sure of what I'm only not so sure about
He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
Someone to dance with on a rainy day
I call him Santa Fé
He painted just my fantasy in red, bright red
Imagination flowing through his ancient hands
Familiar secrets shared in a sinful bed
He spoke my language in this foreign land
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