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I want hospitality
I need hospitality
I ask hospitality

Something that you never gave to me

Nailed to the ground; forced to be bound
Nothing's perfect except the nightly sounds
Taking my breath; taking all I have
Rejecting; neglecting; living with my death

(chorus)

Losing my will; expecting not to kill
My pleasure; my treasure; something that I feel
Never looking back; never try to crack
My fantasies; my memories; my aphrodisiac

(chorus)

(My pleasure; my treasure; something that I feel)

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