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put it to a good use, your pain.
you're so cold i can see my breath
in the palm of your hands,
these hands in which i'd gladly pay
to find myself a place to lay.
money-monger, carry home
the baffled customers you hunt alone.
i'll lay my skin on keys and comb
the desert just to find your tone.
in the darkness while we breathe so softly out of our bodies,
i'll capture the hunter with my deep-red hands
and i'll watch as you heave
i think it's pretty odd he could rape you of your pride but fill you with such delight.
you're so cold i can see my breath
in the palm of your hands,
these hands in which i'd gladly pay
to find myself a place to lay.
money-monger, carry home
the baffled customers you hunt alone.
i'll lay my skin on keys and comb
the desert just to find your tone.
in the darkness while we breathe so softly out of our bodies,
i'll capture the hunter with my deep-red hands
and i'll watch as you heave
i think it's pretty odd he could rape you of your pride but fill you with such delight.