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Cigarettes taste better than life sometimes On his lips, his breathe that mix with mine Blue eyes, black skies and stormy seas Her I am, back again and on my knees Take my virtue dark angel, take my pride I feel your sweet venom run deep inside Pretty and perfect, porcelain and lace Used and wasted, my body and face Never did destruction offer such pleasure Obsessed, undressed, take any measure Bound by addiction, by greed and misuse A insatiable need for your sadistic abuse **** me and pry me, love what you've taken Hide me, denied me, leave me forsaken Drink down heartache, wasted we entwine I am yours but you were never mine
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
Cigarettes on our Breath
Cigarettes taste better than life sometimes On his lips, his breathe that mix with mine Blue eyes, black skies and stormy seas Her I am, back again and on my knees Take my virtue dark angel, take my pride I feel your sweet venom run deep inside Pretty and perfect, porcelain and lace Used and wasted, my body and face Never did destruction offer such pleasure Obsessed, undressed, take any measure Bound by addiction, by greed and misuse A insatiable need for your sadistic abuse **** me and pry me, love what you've taken Hide me, denied me, leave me forsaken Drink down heartache, wasted we entwine I am yours but you were never mine
vanessa-corinne
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
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