it moves between us
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for one moment
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like opium and your heart
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we've remedys from the ancient gods
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to heal the morals of our shadow devil
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come to me open up the door
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lead me ciahra to the centre of it all
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she opened and cried
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with arms outstretched
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lay down next to me
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come take what's left
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she cried holding me
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someone's inside too cruel to suffer
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for what she wants
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condensation on the windows
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peering back at myself
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through the webs we have weaved
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till this radiant morning somewhere else
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oh where have I been
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where have I been
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her lips were hard
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my heaven is cold let's loose her
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whose inside me
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let's use her
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for what she wants
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take her loosen up
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loose enough
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Submission
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| Fields Of The Nephilim |
