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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
Written by Ophelia
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