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Death To Butterflies (16, March 2012)
The warmth of your touch,
Isn't enough to satisfy my hunger,
For flesh I desire;
And it's not yours I crave.
I'm a hopeless romantic,
And I want it my way.
To satisfy all my desires,
Why's it so wrong,
For me to be happy?
Just one last time,
To feel their touch against me.
Cold or warn,
I don't care.
Just one more time,
Just to be happy.
Isn't enough to satisfy my hunger,
For flesh I desire;
And it's not yours I crave.
I'm a hopeless romantic,
And I want it my way.
To satisfy all my desires,
Why's it so wrong,
For me to be happy?
Just one last time,
To feel their touch against me.
Cold or warn,
I don't care.
Just one more time,
Just to be happy.
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