| Sip my blood till there’s no blood left to spill
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| From my neck embraced by
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| A concealed grip I welcomed in my arms, in my arms, in my arms
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| Bruised by your love
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| Burned by your kiss
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| Is this true love?
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| Is this true love?
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| Young blood spills tonight
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| This time the victim is you
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| Poison lips, the ones you kiss
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| I swear, my love for you is true
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| Young blood spills
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| Now here I sing
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| My deadly lullaby
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| Bruised by your love
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| Burned by your kiss
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| Is this true love?
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| Is this true love?
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| Bruised by your love
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| Burned by your kiss
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| Is this true love?
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| Is this true love?
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| Now here I sing my deadly lullaby
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| Now here I sing to hypnotize your body
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| Now here I sing my deadly lullaby
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| Now here I sing to hypnotize your body
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| We bled that night till drained
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| You drank me dry, I did the same
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| We bleed this night till drained
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| This cold
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| We bled that night till drained
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| You drank me dry, I did the same
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| We bleed this night till drained
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| This cold, this cold night |