| I see the candle light burning in your
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| eyes, flareing up my eyes in flames
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| On this pitch-black summer night…
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| of passion and pain
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| The razor caressed my flesh
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| and my arms turned red, I feel a vast desire
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| Years of pain are flowing down my arms.
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| Sweet, red, warm stream you drink, make me released
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| Give me your hand, let me make you feel the ease,
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| in the bed of razors we bleed together…
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| I feel the fire burning in my heart,
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| I see it sparkling in your eyes
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| The blaze you’re feeding more and more
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| The razor caressed your flesh and your arms turned red.
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| I feel your vast desire
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| Tearing pain is flowing down your arms.
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| Sweet, red, warm stream I drink to make you released
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| Holding your arms, cherish this composure,
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| in the bed of razors we sleep together, forever… |