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" There's something in the look you give, I can't help myself. I fall. I can't help myself at all. There's something in your touch, when we kiss, I scream: 'G-d, forgive me, please'. Cause I want you on your knees, but I don't want to think about it now. I know I won't get out if I fall in, it's dark in my imagination. "