| As the moon waxed and waned
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| He felt the depth of his love shoot right to the surface
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| Overwhelmed by the once suppressed need to devour something whole
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| The shapes began to shift and right before his eyes
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| His angel became his meal
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| Call off your hunt, that kill is mine
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| I’m leaving town with the her blood on my breath
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| Lord knows when we’ll feed again
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| I walked away with her hand on my chest
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| Lord knows when we’ll feed again
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| Angel, keep your wings clean, and don’t get near him if he isn’t «Me»
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| Angel, until his eyes go red to blue, keep your thoughts as pure as gold
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| Cuz he can read your mind and his head ain’t right, no
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| Before the fever leaves our home, play for his salvation
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| He’ll say he means no harm
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| Eclipsed eternally now by the echoes of her final breath
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| Roaming tormented from town to town to forever stalk the highway
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| The shapes began to shift and right before my eyes, you became my meal
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| Call off your hunt, that kill is mine |