| Girl, you are used like the glow of the sunrise.
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| But don’t you look cute with that dress off?
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| My eyes were so consumed;
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| I must have been confused
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| Because I swore you were a vampire
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| When that light hit your disguise.
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| You bit my neck. |
| I bit your thighs.
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| Let’s start over.
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| I heard all about you last night
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| On the front page and the headlines.
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| There’s this fire in her eyes
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| That my tongue can’t deny.
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| Pull her dark hair aside;
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| Lay her on the mosaic tile.
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| Is there something wrong here?
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| Hell no. |
| Just kick the door closed.
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| Blood lust begins;
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| Blood lust must end come daylight.
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| Just close your eyes, know that you can’t let
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| That light inside.
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| My stomach is sick. |
| I can’t feel my legs.
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| And I’ve got a mouth full of fucking fangs.
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| A steamer trunk of things:
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| A photograph of you and me,
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| Locking lips, touching hips.
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| Who would have thought
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| It would come down to this?
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| Who the hell are we? |
| A person, a place or a thing?
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| Well I don’t know but I just hope
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| That I can hide inside this shadow. |