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[ti:Cherry Wine] |
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[ar:Hozier] |
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[al:] |
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Her eyes and words are so icy |
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Oh but she burns |
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Like rum on the fire |
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Hot and fast and angry |
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As she can be |
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I walk my days on a wire. |
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It looks ugly, but it's clean, |
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Oh momma, don't fuss over me. |
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The way she tells me I'm hers and she ismine |
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Open hand or closed fist would be fine |
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The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. |
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Calls of guilty throw at me |
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All while she stains |
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The sheets of some other |
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Thrown at me so powerfully |
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Just like she throws with the arm of herbrother. |
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But I want it, it's a crime |
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That she's not around most of the time. |
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The way she shows me I'm hers and she ismine |
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Open hand or closed fist would be fine |
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Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. |
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Her fight and fury is fiery |
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Oh but she loves |
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Like sleep to the freezing |
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Sweet and right and merciful |
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I'm all but washed |
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In the tide of her breathing. |
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And it's worth it, it's divine |
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And I can have this some of the time. |
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The way she shows me I'm hers and she ismine |
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Open hand or closed fist would be fine |
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The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. |
