| I want to die
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| I want to feel you like the stars behind my eyes
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| The force applied
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| Fingers pulling from the dark to break my spine
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| Feed me to the night, the day wears thin
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| Fill me with your air, your blood and sin
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| (I want you now and always)
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| I’ll take the pill
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| Be the inheritor to all your psychic will
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| I’ll get a grip
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| I’ll be content to drink the sweat from off your wrists
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| Skip me to the end and fill me in
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| Give me all your air and blood and sin
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| (I want you now and always)
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| And when the far horizon calls, I only need to shut my ears and not say a thing.
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| …For flesh exchanged, my blood will sing. |
| Don’t go away, i’m reeling from
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| your gold-dust poisoning
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| (I want you now and always) |