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When he kisses without doubt |
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He dances at the edge of desire |
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He is silent when his warm mouth |
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Are subjugating her conscience |
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Afterwards unbidden thoughts come back |
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But he's already gone |
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Like a beast of prey |
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Like a master of chase |
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It's the nature of rapacity |
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Frolic with her sensuality |
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I still believe in people who think |
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Love is something more than desire |
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Although it flavours our life |
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With a taste of sombre wine |
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When she walks the air becomes so heavy |
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Underneath the naivety there's her silent slyness |
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To fall a vitim to you is only a delight |
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Often the |
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Beast is the |
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Beauty The wolf can be eaten by the lamb |
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Afterwards unbidden thoughts come back |
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But he's already gone |
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Like a beast of prey |
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Like a mistress of chase |
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It's the nature of rapacity |
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Frolic with her sensuality there's no divinity |
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Which can't be sold |
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Please don't talk about love |
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Until I believe in it |
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But I still believe |
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Although I see rivers of lies |
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Which have taken possession of us |
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So please don't tell me |
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That true love is what she's searching for |
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Because it can't be found |
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Through the perdition in following arms |
