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Nymphetamine - Cradle of Filth

I laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A V of Black swans on with move to the grave
and thought red september
with skies fired/paved
I bagged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones

cold was my soul
untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
a rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
that never enchained
would your dark nails of faith
be pushed trought my vanes again

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your lonelyness
And would you ever soon
come above on to me
for once opun a time
on the bindes of your lonelyness
I could always fined the right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the insincion
in my heart the barless prison
discolours all with tunel vision

Sick and weak
from my condicion
this lust, this vampyric adiction
for all alone in my submition
none better

Christening stars
I remember the way
we were needle and spoon
disclaired for the burning hay

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