| Like Murder
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| Stoned I awoke in your temple
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| To blackness above you
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| And death beside me Where kitchen knives conspire
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| Razor blades make bloodless love
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| Like Murder
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| The ghost of a pale girl is solemnly following me Pale will she follow me Into the sea
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| I feel the flowers screaming
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| To consume you
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| Like Murder
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| Earth and sky your cradle
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| Earth and sky entomb you
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| And death beside me I burrow through the dust
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| In your skull
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| But I cannot seem to find your soul
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| Bloodless and numb
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| We orbit the sun
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| Hungry will this pale thing
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| Follow me into the sea
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| On the cold side of her face |