| I told you once but I will say it again
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| when you live the flesh it is the beginning
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| of the end
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| it will take you in it will spit you out
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| behold the flesh and the power it holds
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| passion is a poison laced with pleasure bitter sweet
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| one of many faces that hide deep beneath
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| it will take you in it will spit you out
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| behold the flesh and the power it holds
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| touch, taste, breathe, consumed
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| deja-vu. |
| already knew from the first encounter
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| but know I know to let go of words to speak no more
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| like a wind upon your face you can"t see it but you know it"s there, when beauty shows
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| its ugly face, just be prepared.
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| Passion burns like fire carried by the wind
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| the end of a time, a time to begin
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| it builds you up one way and tears
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| you right back down, a time to begin
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| the end of a time.
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| Touch, taste, breathe, consumed. |