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Lost in foreign tonguesI was stung by your velvet touchLook to the eyes, so blackThey're so cracked, I was your last attackIf you call on meThen I'm left to see No, I'll never be that man you shall beIf you call on meThen I'm left to see, No I'll never be those things that you should seeSee that boy sleepsUpon steel beams, he's made of dreamsYou look to the eyes so blackThey're so cracked, I was your last attackSee that little manRunning with his severed hands, No he'll never work in this town againSee that little manHe's got the severed hands, And he'll never work in this town againLost in foreign tonguesI was stung by your velvet touch From Letras Mania