Paroles de A Conversation With The Devil
I get what I want this time babyFoul temptress I want it too
This hell, this doom baby
I find I cannot part
with 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
I find I cannot part
with this shadow of a thought
precious to me
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