| The chemical fire
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| Is the tongue of a better kiss
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| The tangerine is the fire
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| Hurts like red roses can hurt
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| Acid and sweet
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| Flows the river inside me
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| Like the unbearable desire
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| Black thorns rise from the dirt
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| Spill this blood into your glass
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| And drink the light it keeps inside
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| Hurts my soul and breaks my heart
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| To see the life you leave behind
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| I wish somebody could help me
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| Breaking my soul and setting me free
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| Burning the fire of passion
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| Devil’s lover
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| The seed of love
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| Is soaking in lust inside of me
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| Drowning lucidity deeper and deeper
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| How can a kiss turn white to red
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| Spill this blood into your glass
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| And drink the light it keeps inside
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| Hurts my soul and breaks my heart
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| To see the life you leave behind
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| (all this blood)
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| I wish somebody could help me
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| (all this blood is wine)
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| Breaking my soul and setting me free
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| (all the love)
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| Burning the fire of passion
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| (all the love is lust)
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| Devil’s lover
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| I can tell, you’re in hell
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| Just by the look in your eyes
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| Touch my hand, burn again
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| And try the last of your tries |