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This is the “ Food Court of Love”,

all you can eat in your dreams

no price to be paid now

It is a Christmas Tree

pick up your present to make you happy

you are still a child of the time

Don’t pick up the flower, because is mine

all the rest is available,

in the drink of life

play and trick the password

you might get it from mine

the door of the heaven will open

but, only in your mind

and your heart will be happy

just for tonight

Sex as an animal, is what we are

no question, no answer; you need advice

I am the Soul, I’m the Doctor

I can read your eyes

you’re just a toy of the time

This is Paradise, it is a Christmas present

just a hair of the Sky.