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#52; 31 July 2009
Poison kisses linger
She cracks her finger
His voice will sting her
Love presents in anger
With those songs he sang her
What're they all about?
Torpedoes, storms, dead calm
Stirs the darkness and doubt
Trace the lines in her palm
It is she who kicks up
The darkness, dead calm
He just sings his song
She cracks her finger
His voice will sting her
Love presents in anger
With those songs he sang her
What're they all about?
Torpedoes, storms, dead calm
Stirs the darkness and doubt
Trace the lines in her palm
It is she who kicks up
The darkness, dead calm
He just sings his song
Published 31st Oct 2012
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