When your hands speak, my body converted to ears
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When you grasp for air, all my words undone
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This is it
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When your longing grows, I shall encircle you
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Where the nights are old
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Where the morning will not come
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Hot breath on naked skin
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Unconscious, mouth to mouth
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I rest in confidence
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When all time has gone and the mountains turned to dust
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In the darkest of night, there is peace, my love, for us
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Convertion
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| Madder Mortem |
