Warn your warmth
to turn away
here it's december
every day
press your lips to the sculptures
and surely you'll stay
for of sugar and ice
I am made
it's in the blood
it's in the blood
I met my love before I was born
he wanted love
I taste of blood
he bit my lip
and drank my war
from years before
she exhales vanilla lace
I barely dreamt her yesterday
read the lines in the mirror
through the lipstick trace
por siempre
she said
it seems you're somewhere
far away
to his face
it's in the blood
it's in the blood
I met my love before I was born
she wanted love
I taste of blood
she bit my lip
and drank my war
from years before
love like winter.
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