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 Beast is the Beauty
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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
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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
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Sombre Wine
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| Delight |
