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Pressure that builds within |
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Longing for the touch |
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Lust beneath my skin |
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Burning overmuch |
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My body becomes so bleak |
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My mind begins to fade |
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But my soul begins to speak |
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And filled again |
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As my cold body touches yours |
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I feel alive and vain |
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I wanted to feel empty |
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I wanted you to push |
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The life out of me |
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And to give it back |
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And make me pleased |
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I'm so cold |
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But I feel alive |
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And to give it back |
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And make me pleased |
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Between the sheets of sin |
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I have found my place |
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Heat inside my heart |
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Will continue to rise |
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My rigor mortis my flesh |
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Won't drive you away |
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The whispers on the pillow |
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And filled again |
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As my cold body touches yours |
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I feel alive and vain |
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I wanted to feel empty |
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I wanted you to push |
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The life out of me |
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And to give it back |
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And make me pleased |
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I'm so cold |
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But I feel alive |
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And to give it back |
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And make me pleased |