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As the moon waxed and waned, |
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He felt the depth of his love shoot right to the surface. |
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Overwhelmed by the once suppressed need to devour something whole. |
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The shapes began to shift and right before his eyes, |
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his angel became his meal. |
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Call off your hunt, that kill is mine. |
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I'm leaving town with the her blood on my breath, |
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Lord knows when we'll feed again. |
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I walked away with her hand on my chest, |
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Lord knows when we'll feed again. |
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Angel, keep your wings clean, and don't get near him if he isn't "Me" |
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Angel, until his eyes go red to blue, keep your thoughts as pure as gold, |
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Cuz he can read your mind and his head ain't right, no. |
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Before the fever leaves our home, play for his salvation. |
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He'll say he means no harm. |
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Eclipsed eternally now by the echoes of her final breath. |
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Roaming tormented from town to town to forever stalk the highway. |
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The shapes began to shift and right before my eyes, you became my meal. |
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Call off your hunt, that kill is mine |
