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With that skill that was hers alone |
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She drove her clutches into me |
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I was dumbfounded |
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She was hungry |
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She required me entirely |
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All that's left is here to remain |
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It's a dull and cruel pain |
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That passes the ages unaltered |
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Her stamp is in my heart |
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I still feel disemboweled |
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I clearly retain |
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A blank The void |
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The sore in my soul |
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The mark in my heart |
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Her acid reign |
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Hot sun, global fun |
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Needed action, start to run |
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And that voice that was hers alone |
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Still resounds in me |
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She left me dislocated |
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Disavowed |
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And twitching |
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Her rhythm is in my heart |
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She inspired in me |
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An acute sense of treachery |
