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In a dark chamber of our passion
We meet and gather no compassion
Love is thru stomach on the rise
Wearing a mask without disguise
Cut to see how much I bleed
Go and do it
Go and cut it
Cut to see
Thirst for blood we're longing for
A secret is we're longing for
Take the sharpened knife
And let it slide
Into your girl into your bride
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