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A swollen sun melting at the horizon |
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Between the sheets I wait for her to come |
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A living flame, impossible to resist |
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Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick |
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I'm haunted |
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I'm haunted |
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I'm haunted (by her) |
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Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions |
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Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon |
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I hate the morning |
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I hate the morning |
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From the panes a green mist swirls |
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Is it a shadow of reflection |
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This apparition in moon beams bathed |
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A voice like wind through trees beckons |
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Cool rain on hot summer stone |
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The odor fills my presence |
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Of freshly dug grave and deatha nd night |
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These things are her essence |
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Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover |
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your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste |
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My goddess of the violet twilight |
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You are lust incarnate |
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In the sweat of my bed |
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The eastern sky hints of dawning |
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Alone and awake but exhausted I lie |
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Oh how I hate the morning |
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I hate the morning (light) |
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I hate the morning (light) |
