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S P I T
Maybe it is time for me to close my heart
But it is so hard to build these walls up
The ones I wrecked one by one
My house a secret garden undone
The cages are tight
Noose around my neck
Call it a leash that needs to be tight
To keep my carnal side in sight
But what if I were to roam free
Blood running down my chin
Smelling of desire from the depths
Of both hell and the sea
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Fire and water combined
I eat fishes for lunch
Swallow flames for dinner
Never had breakfast in my life
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Jump in
To never get out
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