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Your lips are violent, no one will win I can tell it from the look in your eyes From the smell of leather on your skin Here it comes, sparkling, I'm on my knees I guess you know lust from greed Sadly it's in empty rooms that we all bleed Speak to me! In the language of the lovers Speak to me! The language of the dead I'm silver spit, I'm a sitting target You can tell it from the look in my eyes Have you ever heard the sound of disappointment? Here it comes Infatuation is my only crime I guess you know lust from greed... Speak to me! In the language of the lovers Speak to me! The language of the head Letras de cancionesWho's gonna take me home but you? Will there ever be another time? [solo] Speak to me!... From Letras Mania