A swollen sun melting in the horizon
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Between the sheets where I wait for her to come
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A living flame, impossible to resist
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Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick
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I'm haunted
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I'm haunted
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I'm haunted (by her)
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Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
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Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
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I hate the morning
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I hate the morning
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From the panes a green mist swirls
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Is it a shadow of reflection?
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This apparition in moon beams bathed
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A voice like wind through trees beckons
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Cool rain on hot summer stone
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The odor fills my presence
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Of freshly dug grave and death and night
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These things are her essence
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Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
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Your mouth of wine and wooksmoke taste
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My goddess of the violet twilight
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You are lust incarnate
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In the sweat of my bed
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The eastern sky hints of dawning
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Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
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Oh how I hate the morning
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I hate the morning (light)
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I hate the morning (light)
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Haunted
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Type O Negative |