| Blood-red and sweet
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| Mouthful of wine
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| I savour it
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| And taste the freedom
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| On your lips
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| And heaven knows
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| I tried
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| To steer away
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| Delicious danger
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| Made me stay
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| Now I’m closer, closer to the edge
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| Closer to experience
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| All of life and all of death
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| Oh I’m falling
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| Closer, closer to the edge
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| Closer to experience
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| Into love and out of breath
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| I am falling
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| Blood-red and sweet
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| Spill in excess
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| Stick to our hands
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| And in its rush we both shall rest
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| And pain nor fear
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| Can break
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| This bond, our chain
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| Together for our crimes
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| We’ll pay
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| Now I’m closer, closer to the edge
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| Closer to experience
|
| All of life and all of death
|
| Oh I’m falling
|
| Closer, closer to the edge
|
| Closer to experience
|
| Into love and out of breath
|
| I am falling
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| Some kill their love when they are young
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| And some when they are old
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| Some strangle with the Hands of Lust
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| Some with Hands of Gold
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| The kindest use a knife because
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| The dead so soon grow cold
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| Yet each man kills the thing he loves
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| By each let this be told
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| Closer, closer to the edge
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| Closer to experience
|
| All of life and all of death
|
| Oh I’m falling
|
| Now I’m closer, closer to the edge
|
| Closer to experience
|
| All of life and all of death
|
| Oh I’m falling
|
| Closer, closer to the edge
|
| Closer to experience
|
| Into love and out of breath
|
| I am falling |