| As the reasons came and went, and swept across
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| The face of my innocence, I was lost
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| To know your face, and your true shade
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| To feel your lips, and to be bade
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| To praise the night, to praise my unknown faith
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| Must I sure find a way? |
| To infest the wound
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| Inside the wound, that draws me near
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| And cries my name, and feeds my presence
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| I am here!
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| To know your face, and your true shade
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| To hide in here, in this place
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| I long for one piece with
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| I cry for my peace is in you
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| Inside the wound I hope to find
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| The essence and presence of you
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| Inside the wound I wish to learn
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| The art of fucking you
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| After the reasons came and went, and swept across
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| The face of my innocence, I was lost
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| Inside the wound, that draws me near
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| And cries my name, and feeds my presence
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| I am here!
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| To know your face, and your true shade
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| To feel your lips, and to be bade
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| To know your face, and your true shade
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| To hide in here, in this place
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| I long for one piece with
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| I cry for my peace is in you |