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I know a girl, |
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who surrounds herself with golden skulls, |
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and dark black curls. |
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I know a girl, |
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who pales from lightning, |
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she strays from a storm, |
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yet makes my ankles weak. |
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I'm made to love with you, inamorata. |
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I'm made to fill up your scorched up ocean heart. |
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We sleep sweet in moonlit air, |
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tangled up in sheets, roll back her heat, |
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and I'll be the better man, in everything I can. |
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I'm a little worse for wear, |
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but I'll take her everywhere. |
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And my skin doesn't speak, |
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you're so much more than this ink, |
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That's just the love I've lost... |
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We're closer with distance. |
