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Left alone in the night,
take shelter from the fight
His traveled breath leaves a cold kiss
decision made and words had,
I think I'll take the incubus to bed
lower, lower
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?
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Now that your lips are at my wrist you can whisper your sweet emptiness
King of snakes, holiest of liars, let me take my place in your desire
take shelter from the fight
His traveled breath leaves a cold kiss
decision made and words had,
I think I'll take the incubus to bed
lower, lower
.
.
.
?
.
.
.
.
.
?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Now that your lips are at my wrist you can whisper your sweet emptiness
King of snakes, holiest of liars, let me take my place in your desire