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Ivanna:
Warn your warmth to turn away,
Here it's December,
Everyday. [small girlish echo:] I like that
Press your lips to the sculptures,
And surely you'll stay. [distant:] love like winter
For of sugar and ice,
I am made. I am made
It's in the blood,
It's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
Ivan:
She exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her, yesterday. [echo:] yesterday
Read the lines in the mirror through,
The lipstick trace.
Por siempre
She said "It seems you're somewhere, far away" to his face.
It's in the blood,
It's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
She wanted love,
I taste of blood.
She bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
Love Like Winter.
Ivanna:
Love Like Winter.
Winter.
Three, four
It's in the blood,
It's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
From years before.
 orangeheadtwins · Sat Sep 18, 2010 @ 10:09pm · 0 Comments |
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