Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it's December, every day
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely you'll stay
Full of sugar and ice,
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, 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, from years before
Love like winter
Love like winter
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, from years before
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