TRAMWAY - Хиромантия
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Your hair is air
Your body is fire
It's too late to retreat
Don't touch it with your hands

Your smile is a needle
Your hands are capricious
You lay in the palm of your hand
Like a life line

Your lips are treacherous
Your views are simple
You are from the unpaired breed
Of the empty breed

And there is no salvation for me
Devils are chasing me
But on the palm of your hand
Like a line of death

Our connection is illusory
Our meetings are rare
Your claims are absurd
But the claws are sharp

I'm leaving your shooting range
I'm getting away from the chase
But you paint your world
in the palm of my hand