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Hine-MacIver |
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Stretch out before me, |
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I can't help this rising up feeling |
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That moves me |
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And leaves me just gasping out |
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"Open up,open up" |
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God knows you're driving me mad...wac. |
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Shut up your mouth now your heaviness burns me to death. |
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Can't you hear me? |
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It's action not thinking I need from a woman like you...wac...wac. |
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You're splitting my torso, you're drinking my water |
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Your evening is vagrant, a poet who wanders |
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Beneath and above me, your silent thought makes me now |
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Kerosene. |
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Forgive if I please you, you're too warm to break me |
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I'll sink in your sweatness, and pass out your vagueness |
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You said I was casual but you're hardly moving |
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I'll wash in your wetness, tomorrow I'll leave you, now, |
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Kerosene. |
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Lips tracing soft lines, driplitting old wines |
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Standing before you a man of the grapefield |
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A body of sunlust, no fishstealing hard death religion |
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Preach to me, preach to me, with your body |
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In dying you save me |
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In dying you take me |
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In throwing you throw me |
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In loving reprieve me |
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In clothing you nude me |
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In eating don't eat me |
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Your freedom must free me, now, |
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Kerosene |