She counted holes with a shovel. She wonĄŻt shake hands with the devil
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And when sheĄŻs caught in the middle, she pulls away and it feels
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Like a north wind freezinĄŻ your body again
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Like a slow day makinĄŻ its way in the dark
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To a mouth where the feelings start
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Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
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She holds the neck of the bottle, her every thought is a riddle
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You try to rise to her level, you sit back down and it feels
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Like a north wind teasinĄŻ your body again
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Like a slow day makinĄŻ its way in the dark
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To a mouth where the feelings start
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Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
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The blood from the beating heart
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The blood from the beating heart
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A strange and delicate creature who only lives if you love her
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Invites you to swim in the river and leaves you under the earth
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Like a north wind freezinĄŻ your body again
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Like a slow day makinĄŻ its way in the dark
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To a mouth where the feelings start
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Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
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Like a north wind...Like a slow day...
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To a mouth where the feelings start
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Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
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Blood From The Beating Heart
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| Primitive Radio Gods |