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I blame this one on some Wyborova vodka leftover from the weekend.
Cheers for watching.
When I first saw ya, it was a miracle
But my black heart was naturally cynical
The way you moved was... angelical
The way you worked was postively clinical
A beautiful vision in the devils form
sweet passion that soured into a violent storm
Arrows to the heart and daggers in the back
We both know theres no going back
Loves true course will never run smooth
and theres a fine line between worship and abuse
I loved you once and I loved you twice
but the second time round was a roll of the dice