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Oh Paris give yourself to me |
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Your smell's sweeter than hyacinth |
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Your sweat is cinnamon, lily is the filth |
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Don't you stamp on the violet of sins |
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Birth and |
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Death Tears and sweat |
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Your scents are so near- awaken my fear |
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It fills my soul |
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I'm drowning in you |
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Madness fights me as hate adores love |
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With empty eyes |
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I beg for love |
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Could you love me? |
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Could you die? |
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For a word |
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I just thought, for a lie? |
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For I die, and |
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I burn with a frozen heart |
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Desperately |
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I've no fear inside... ' |
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Cause the world let me in, and now |
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Closes me out... .. |
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As the night falls, shadows grow over the mind |
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The cross in my hand |
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Strikes down the light |
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For I die... |
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The fragrance of beauty lies dead on the ground ... |
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All that I want is a bottle of |
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LOVE ...Eyes in the dark |
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The illusion of love |
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The smell of your heart |
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Emotions driven out |
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Ripped bones around |
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As hate adores |
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Love |
