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I told you once but I'll say it again
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When you live the flesh it is the beginning
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Of the end
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It will take you in
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It will spit you out
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Behold the flesh and the power it holds
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Passion is a poison laced with pleasure bitter sweet
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One of many faces that hide deep beneath
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It will take you in
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It will spit you out
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Behold the flesh and the power it holds
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Touch, taste, breathe, consumed
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Deja-vu, already knew from the first encounter
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But now I know to let go of words to speak no more
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Like a wind upon your face you can't see it
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But you know it's there, when beauty shows
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Its ugly face, just be prepared
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Passion burns like fire carried by the wind
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The end of a time, a time to begin
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It builds you up one way and tears
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You right back down, a time to begin
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The end of a time
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Touch, taste, breathe, consumed
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FLESH AND THE POWER IT HOLDS
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| Death |
