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Arabian Eyes

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I met a girl at one of the top suites Of Burj Khalifa We danced all night until we packed up And left for Green Mubazzarah I miss her lips, and the way she belly-danced those hips As she shook her shoulders I miss the smell of her hair, I don't care If it takes my whole life to find her We were makin' love under the moonlight of Al Ain We were makin' love through the night I never knew her real name So I called her Arabian Eyes The sun came up and the girl was gone Her mascara left traces in the shower I searched the mountains, drunk with lust But no path led to her I miss her perfume, and the way it filled up the room As I went inside her I miss the warmth of her body, the way it took a hold over me I'd give anything to again be beside her...
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Hereafter

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Beauty has a name It starts with a Z And with an A Love has a face Projected by the eclipse It shows once again her foregone trace Even in death I want us to be together Our story should be immortal We will be together in the Hereafter All's well that doesn't end in hell, after all Beauty has a face With skin snow-white and eyes that dig into my soul Till the edge of the earth you I will chase Cruelty has a name Written on the palm of my hand Fate is therefore the only circumstance to blame I want to cement our relationship in gold Hereafter You are my eternal lover We will be together in the Hereafter All's well that doesn't end at all Take me down to the river Baptize me with your flesh blood Make sure I don't shiver As your soft ice-cold hands run down my chest Only moment where I cherish being hurt Putting reality and fantasy to the test...
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Unheard Of

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Not sure if we're famous Or that it's a mutual thought between us Is adoration the only savior? In this world having such a bittersweet order And I wish all of them knew our story For it to be renewed in uttermost glory If it were made for the public Would you still make my heart tick? Our tale is still Unheard Of Though we are so in love Every purpose of yours I was made to serve Then how does nobody know the way we touch? May be we are underrated Yet still being anticipated Our drama could be played on the world's stage Showcasing how true love will never fade We should've been mentioned in the works of Shakespeare Being talked about through every ear You being my damsel in distress And I rescuing you from a glass fortress Our tale is still Unheard Of Though we are so in lust Any blessing of yours I was born to deserve Then why do we no longer feel the morbidity when we get hurt? And your figure is not unsung of Each man craving for a to...
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Embodiment

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If idolizing you is blasphemy I do not belong to any religion If not having you is ample to me Of my own myth I am the villain Objurgate for I am not breathing The air that surrounds you Forgive me for I am not breaking The chains that bound you Your body is the Embodiment Of my soul Your study is the fulfillment Of my goal My life is torn Between the Almighty and your worship My heart has sworn To owe everything toward your courtship Remove your veil of envy As it spreads like wildfire They long to take you from me To dismantle you of your attire Then I found out the truth There was more than one Also you had allowed them to pursue you I am just a star quite inferior to the sun You played God with my feelings My insides quiver at your name You slain Cupid with your dealings Never again shall we play this wicked game...
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Sleepless Nights, Dreamless Days

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Kiss me tender Until the bedsheets become warm Make me hinder Until this oath has been sworn Do you still remember? Our eventides under the radiant moon How we used to fondle one another Stargazing that all our chimeras would come true Now we must face the music That blasts reality into our ears This is certainly not Muzak As it would have taken away our fears Nightmares are worse than my real life I wish to slumber eternally After hours I strive Blood is shed so viciously I see hallucinations of you dying Over and over again I watch you secretly crying Has our parable come to an end? Days are without dreams Still each trial we withstand Sleepless Nights flowing in a stream We will tread to the peaks hand in hand...
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Dreamt a Dream

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I Dreamt a Dream Where the birds chirped along my serenades Where the morose life was unseen And beauty never fades I left a theme A painting of our romance in likeness of Van Gogh I smelt a cream The lusciousness of your skin and all Were it not for reality We would live for a thousand years Were it not for liability Love would not be a debt with humanly fares For do not call romance unworthy It is a Dream undreamt A twosome fury More than heaven-sent We will design our own cloud nine Let it be tainted With the devil's wine But our lives shall not be fated...
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Whether or Not

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With honesty you tell me Whether you love me or Not With clarity you tell me Whether you want me or Not I can finally afford to live 'Cause reality is better than my dreams No debt to give Or so it seems I feel an electrifying rush flow through me The passion of our romance I write down all the lovey-dovey lines you say to me Maybe our fable stands a real chance So with no regrets you tell me Whether you adore me or Not These words I'll never forget just tell me Whether I bore you or Not Never had I had yearnings of these kind before And that is before meeting you Never had I had earnings of these type before And that is after greeting you My songs never had hidden meanings Now they symbolize life and longing I never went through quixotic dealings Now to your essence I find a belonging With all your heart tell me Whether you love me or Not Without recalling your past just tell me Whether you want me or Not Be it spoken or on paper tell me Whe...
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Looking Out The Window

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