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• Artiste: Viva Machine
• Titre: A Futuristic Dracula
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Ten days of overwhelming guilt, And ten night of worshipping you. You told me to write it in a letter, But I just refused and then I sang: Na-na-na-na. Through the door you wandered, Out from the cold. The touch of your skin sent shivers, Down my spine, But the crazy thing, you won't love me. F-U-T-U-R-I-S-T-I-C D-R-A-C-U-L-A That's what you've become a Futuristic Dracula. You say your coming back, You're never coming back. All these things, they make no sense, And you're fangs they shine, Reflecting you're regrets. I will sing for you. I will sing. All these things, they make no sense, And you're fangs they shine, Reflecting you're regrets. And you're love survives, By a simple bite in the neck, If I trusted you would I be in over my head? But the crazy thing, you won't love me