| The strength of her pulse is breaking her chest
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| She’s getting wet from this feverish writhe
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| The midnight’s cruel for a lonely girl
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| When the unknown slowly undresses her breasts
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| The voice — and her eyes wide shut
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| Her fever burns a mark on her bed
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| The path that she runs among these silent trees
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| Leads her body for me to claim
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| The veil of fog covers her velvet skin
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| As she kneels naked under the moon
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| The whispers from her lips
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| And her screams
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| Invite me to her ecstatic flame
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| Over and over again
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| Her bed is covered in dirt and leaves
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| And she’s burning down on her knees
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| Midnight’s cruel for a lonely girl
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| And she’s getting wet from this feverish writhe
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| The veil of fog covers her velvet skin
|
| As she kneels naked under the moon
|
| The whispers from her lips
|
| And her screams
|
| Invite me to her ecstatic flame
|
| Over and over again
|
| The veil of fog covers her velvet skin
|
| As she kneels naked under the moon
|
| The veil of fog covers her velvet skin
|
| As she kneels naked under the moon
|
| The whispers from her lips
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| And her screams
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| Invite me to her ecstatic flame
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| Over and over again |