The Obsession

Your transparent deeds reflect in the turquoise water

Your hands, like tree trunks, filter the mere light

Crime of passion is your forte, hombre

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Every time you wave your arms, it's to evoke this timbre

With one flick of your eyelids, your heart alight

Your transparent deeds reflect in the turquoise water

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One day someone will dare to snatch your sceptre

And you’ll have to get the right hindsight

Crime of passion is your forte, hombre

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All advisors’ mouths, eyes and ears shut, reconnoitre

They only worked well in the limelight

Your transparent deeds reflect in the turquoise water

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Each edge of the fabric will lose the mitre

The immoral reference point burns at midnight

Crime of passion is your forte, hombre

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We both hear the antithetic paths murmur

Just like two opposite colours, black and white

Your transparent deeds reflect in the turquoise water

Crime of passion is your forte, hombre

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