Warn your warmth to turn away,
Here it's december,
Everyday.
Press your lips to the sculptures,
And surely you'll stay.
For a suger and ice,
I have made, i remain.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste the flood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
She attails the mirror lace,
I barely dreamt her, yesterday.
With the lines of the mirror through,
The lipstick trace.
She said it seems your somewhere,
Far away. to and space.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
She wanted love,
I taste the blood.
She bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
Love Like Winter.
Love Like Winter.
Winter.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste the blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
From years before.
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