A Conversation With The Devil
I get, what I want, this time, baby
Foul temptress I want it too
This hell, this doom, baby
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I find I cannot part this shadow of a thought
Desire in my lips is precious to me
Like air or blood or jewels that shine in the sky, baby
Or sweat that runs down your spine like a river
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I get what I want this time too
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