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von Coco Méliès

May I sit here for a while
We don′t have to talk,
We don't have to love
But could I hold you a hand

I just want to feel, the feel of feeling
A touch in the palm of my hand, again
Do you mind, do you mind


The story begins And I have all the power
To call my shot but I don′t
There's a gate to be opened, Gate number 11
But 1+1 equals, equals, equals what

We're living among millions of faces
Feeling savage among all those traces
Loneliness is a call these days
How can this cruelly be possible

I′m gonna take my hand back now
We don′t have to kiss, but if you blow me one
I won't refuse
Do you mind, do you mind