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Текст (слова) песни: Sophie B. Hawkins - 32 Lines
I want your hand
Across my belly
I want your breasts
Upon my back
I want your pain
To rip right through me
I am your death
You are my wrath
Ill take your hand
Beyond the threshold
Ill take your gifts
As art of fact
Ill take your tongue
Right down to my throat
You are my loss
I am your map
I find your eyes
They give me shelter
I find your lips
They give me peace
I find your need to take me over
Open my heart
Ill tell you stories
Open my legs
Ill read your mind
Open my mail
Ill tell youre forty
You are my fate
Im your design
Ill lead you oer
The city burning
Ill lead you home
To provincetown
Ill lead you down
The soft dunes yearning
Youre my vision
I am your sound
I long to be
Your handsome woman
I long to feel
The crease of time
I long to free
Medusas stallion
Im your water
You are mine
I need to carve
Your face in pavement
I need to die
In your embrace
I need to keep
A grave engagement
Youre my power
Im your disgrace
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