Categories: R-V

by GFLee

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Categories: R-V

by GFLee

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It drains the blood from your veins
And the colour from your cheeks
The summer from your eyes
And the days from your weeks
Everyone needs something if they're gonna survive
This one needs a soul just to keep it alive

In the moment at hand
In the shrapnel and the dirt
Vows are exchanged
And pleasantries rehearsed
You prepare the patient, cook up the mix
This one don't move or breathe till you give it a fix

This one goes to market
This one went to bed with someone that you know
This one keeps you warm at night
This one dug a hole in your head

And this one eats souls
This one eats souls
This one eats souls
All souls alive

Please baby don't try
To keep us apart
There's a worm in this apple
This one has no heart
You will be the perfect host as it grows inside
You will follow this one wherever it goes

This one goes to market
This one went to bed with someone that you know
This one keeps you warm at night
This one went straigh to your head
This one drives for five miles
This one lasts for seventeen years
You may lose your way in the night
But by the end it is perfectly clear that

This one eats souls...

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