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the raven-haired vamp of new orleans
met him down off bourbon street
from the cemetery to the chamber
the tortured jade enraptured me
paradox of my dreams
raging machine inside a frail thing
transfuse my body of blood
to keep him half above
he's hurt like me, i know
used to stale kisses and empty holes
but i'll show him how deep
my devotion goes
let me love you like i can
to every grueling extent
through snow tunnels and waves of gin
i'll stay with you to get a taste
of your sin
candle-lit corridors, wire-ridden wooden floors
the vamp echoes through the walls
hammers hitting strings, synthetic men marching to their own beat
in the grave of perfection, he is twelve feet deep
he hurts like me, i know
not used to sex with soul
so he buries himself whole
to protect his fragile soul
let me love you like i can
to every grueling extent
through snow tunnels and waves of gin
i'll stay with you to get a taste
of your sin
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let me in, let me in
just want to exchange my blood for your sin-stained skin
your greyhound bones and blush lips
give me your brooding, sultry mess