Warn your warmth to stay away
Here it's December everyday
Press your lips to the sculptures ans surely they'll stay
Love like Winter
For of Sugar and ice
I am made
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 bit my lip and drank my war
From Years before
From years Before
I remain,
Billy Sue
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