(Music and Lyrics by Lacey Conner)
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We meet just past sundown
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Hands clenched, tempers flared
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Two frail figures doused in hatred
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An intimately vile affair
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The sound growing louder
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The beating wonĄŻt abate
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Now lies our initiation
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These bones break like matchsticks
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And then we all fall down
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Rolling, scratching in the dirt
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This encounter is so perfect
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A sudden rush begins our siege
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Your eyes fill with a seductive rage
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For one quick flash I feel you stroke me
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Then the pain is re-engaged
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You throw me up against the wall
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For one quick flash I feel you want me
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And then everything goes black
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These bones break like matchsticks
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And then we all fall down
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Writhing, fighting in the dirt
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This encounter is so perfect
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Your lips caress my neck
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For one quick flash I feel you hate me
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Your nails dug in my skin
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But your hate is what intoxicates me
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As I gain redemption
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Your hate turns to fear
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One final blow concludes our act
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I leave you there with one last kiss
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The Final Hour
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| Nocturne |
