Drack Valentine

There once was a woman, she lived by the sea
I didn't love her but I think she loved me
I brought her diamonds, rubies, silver and gold
But all she wanted was to be saved from the cold
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There is a place I hold in my heart
The morning after dark

When the weekend ends
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Love a feeling for the pure
Sin of course has its allure
To the wicked rancid and wretched for the lusted tempted and forever tainted
Love is a blighted hated faulted feeling for the weak starved and self-deceiving
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When those gray clouds come rolling in
Following the day as it just begins
One listens carefully in there dreaded silence
To a black dog full of brooding and violence
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I walked through those glass doors holding hands with you
never ever to know what was really going inside and through
Your minds sharks did swim with bitter sadness
Biting and rending with a black madness
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My kind Of Girl

There she is dancing, grinding in disco night
Dazzling sweat dripping in the black light
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Your life's cruel mistress a lot like thunder
Oh how you strike causing such fears and wonder

It's a thing of power that much is true
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When you go to your grave
A cold damp dark cave
I'll be Waiting for thy bones
You will look upon me with blank gazes
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Exotic eyes blissful face
Betrays her other side a crimson taste
She sat across from me
My eyes not leaving
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Send me down that road of pain
Walking through tears, cuts and rain
I'll walk by with a smile and wink
Only to flip you off when you blink
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Twilight wraps it's arms around me
Cold and loneliness abound in me
Till I see your eyes
Beautiful like night sky's
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Sweat drips from my brow alcoholic haze then till now
Nights are cold yet I don't feel it
The party's on you can see it
Shadows follow the voices talk drowning them without thought
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As He stood there in the falling rain
His eye's blaring and swelling with the pain
He remembered all the times he had spent
Laughing, smiling, crying and more
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Oh how your memory doth stick to my mind

like spiderwebs of gold and twine
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Where are they, when that day comes
A phantom illusion, floating around the craniums
Of every boy who ever longed for the touch
Of every girl who never got flowers by the bunch
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