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Warn your warmth to turn away
Here itÂ’s December, everyday
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely youÂ’ll stay (love like winter)
For of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made

ItÂ’s in the blood, itÂ’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love. I taste of blood
He bit my lip, and drank my war
From years before, from years before

She exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her yesterday (yesterday)
Read the lines in the mirror through the lipstick trace:
"Por Siempre."
She said, “It seems you’re somewhere, far away"
To his face.