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Lyrics

Her eyes and words are so icy, ohh, but she burns
Like rum on a fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire

It looks ugly
But it's clean
Oh mama, don't fuss over me

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The way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Calls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully, just like she throws
With the arm of her brother

But I want it
It's a crime
That she's not around most of the time

The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Her fight and fury is fiery, ohh, but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all, but washed
In the tide of her breathing
And it's worth it
It's divine
I have this some of the time

The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Writer(s): Andrew Hozier Byrne

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