| Strawberry streaks around your neck
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| Pushing you closer to the end
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| Free birding like, «rid me of all the things I ever thought I’d need»
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| Why must we wait
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| When the body is rushing
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| You can’t help shrieking out, «take me all the way»
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| And we die all night
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| In a ritual dance so custom and arcane
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| I can’t have enough
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| Flow with the temper in this way
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| Pushing you closer on to me
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| Cauterize deep
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| Rid me of all the things I ever could believe
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| Why must we wait
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| With the temperature rising
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| You can’t help crying out, «give it all to me»
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| And we die each time
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| In a murderous broth so delicate and ours, makin' our escape
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| Slow love, so slow love, much harder love, and slow
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| So slow love, so longer love, much harder love, and slow
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| I’ve had enough
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| (Pull tight around my neck)
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| Feel it all too much
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| (Keep drifting as we fade out)
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| I’ve seen enough, feel it all too much
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| (Pull tight around my neck)
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| But you won’t regret coming to life
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| (Keep drifting as we fade out)
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| I’ve seen enough, feel it all too much
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| (Pull tight around my neck)
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| I’ve seen enough, open your eyes, love
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| (Keep drifting as we fade out)
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| Open your eyes |