With that skill that was hers alone
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She drove her clutches into me
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I was dumbfounded
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She was hungry
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She required me entirely
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All that's left is here to remain
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It's a dull and cruel pain
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That passes the ages unaltered
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Her stamp is in my heart
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I still feel disemboweled
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I clearly retain
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A blank
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The void
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The sore in my soul
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The mark in my heart
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Her acid reign
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Hot sun, global fun
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Needed action, start to run
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And that voice that was hers alone
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Still resounds in me
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She left me dislocated
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Disavowed
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And twitching
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Her rhythm is in my heart
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She inspired in me
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An acute sense of treachery
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Tragedy (For You)
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