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I was thinking about you, about you.
When my skin grows old, when my breath runs cold,
I'm thinking about you, about you.
Helpless, I surrender, shackled by your love.
Holding me like this, poison on your lips.
I was thinking about you, about you.
When my skin grows old, when my breath runs cold,
I'm thinking about you, about you.
Helpless, I surrender, shackled by your love.
Holding me like this, poison on your lips.