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I could write a song to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
I could get lost in the forest of your hair.
Cover me in pheromones,when your body's in heat.
Your mating call is beautiful,a penetrating stare.
When I learned how to fly,I flew to your home.
I floated outside,steaming up your window.
Little girl,little girl,let me in.
As I'm laughing like a jackal,and tapping like the Raven.
The darkness is so thick,I can taste it on my tongue...
Though it's cold,my shivers come from thoughts of your love.
The love you poured into my eyes,filling up my soul.
The love you tore away from me,and with it my control.
You said you wanted romance,a prince upon a horse.
Well how is this for storybook,you lying,little whore?
Am I not a prince of darkness,on his steed of black?.
I'm coming for you,and I'm taking every emotion back.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
I could get lost in the forest of your hair.
Cover me in pheromones,when your body's in heat.
Your mating call is beautiful,a penetrating stare.
When I learned how to fly,I flew to your home.
I floated outside,steaming up your window.
Little girl,little girl,let me in.
As I'm laughing like a jackal,and tapping like the Raven.
The darkness is so thick,I can taste it on my tongue...
Though it's cold,my shivers come from thoughts of your love.
The love you poured into my eyes,filling up my soul.
The love you tore away from me,and with it my control.
You said you wanted romance,a prince upon a horse.
Well how is this for storybook,you lying,little whore?
Am I not a prince of darkness,on his steed of black?.
I'm coming for you,and I'm taking every emotion back.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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