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These arms |
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That hold you |
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That hold you |
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That hold you... |
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Down in the shadows of your deepest secrets |
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I sleep next to the precepts you hold most dear |
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Your heart is in my province hour upon hour |
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I shiver when you feel the cold, |
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Everything you say I hear |
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Like a bomb and its fuse, |
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We bring bright light |
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But I could be a devil to you |
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I could bite like a tarantula |
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Right through the skin |
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And leave my poison In |
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Deliciously Unsuspecting |
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Protecting you from all harm |
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Except perhaps from these arms |
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That hold you |
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That hold you |
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That hold you |
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That hold you |
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That hold you.... |
