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They did a botch job of your lips It slips my mind as your hips swing and dip Down even on wings of wax I’d fly to you just to burn out But with a flick of my wrist I yearned for that saint But see there’s a shift in you Move back in the center of a crowd Your eyes hit mine Enthralled You make me want to move My silver tongue killer In the dead of night Move away from the mirrors What haunts those red eyes? I know if I go Your fervor could cut me down But I could see your light flicker Two shots in the dark true sinner Beneath your blade, my pain was made for you I had so many words Fall into my web Tangled in permanence This lull feels familiar When we collide Oh I hope you get it Say what you want I see there’s a shift in you A knife in the back I see there’s a shift in you But those red eyes I know if I go Your fervor could cut me down I know if I go Your fervor could bring me down But I can’t be the one Those red eyes Were lost bathed in rue They did a botch job of your lips It slips my mind as your hips swing and dip Down even on wings of wax I’d fly to you just to burn out Just to fucking burn
