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Delicate hands on a motionless body. With skin that seems so infinite, heaven-sent, trembling at every touch.
You would think it was poetry if i could write it down in calligraphy. For every one to read. Oh god, whats gotten in to me?

Im spinnin into circles tyrina catch my breath.
Avoiding the cliches that pop up in my head.
Im trying hard to fight it but my nerves are dead.
Im slowly losing focus in my vision.

Baby, what have done to me? A painting of our sin is all that i can see.
Our bodies tangled close shifts us into one. Well i guess you won, yeah i guess you won.
Oh Darling, you're full of ecstasy. Pullin on my clothes and slowly touching me. I'd gladly lay you down to my one defeat. Its how you get to me, its how you get to me.

A poison that feels as good as it works. A manicured hand delivers the good. It doesn't sting it doesn't hurt as it should.
Her lips pressed close up to my ear. A whisper ,"Hello, how've you been my dear? Would you like to relive our tragedies with me here?"

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from Dead on the Dancefloor, released January 1, 2014

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