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Dillon - Texture Of My Blood Lyrics

Dillon - Texture Of My Blood Lyrics



  
Locked door, forgotten key
Tonight, open up for me
I am returning home
Without the slightest hope

Naked and on my knees
Look as if you're pleased to see
Me returning home
Pass me that spark of hope

Let you taste the texture of my blood
Lacking iron
Gates to my heart

Opened up, the relief
Time has come for you to see
Where im coming from
What i've been running from

I don't know
How on earth will i ever know?

Gazing through your eyes
I saw them coming right at you

My superior vena cava
Inferior to yours



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Comment He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack   Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Date 7/8/2011
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Comment verwijfd.   Dat weet ik al van een boek uit m'n jeugd, 'Ballet voor jongens'.
Date 4/26/2003