Against my own free will
I gladly let you in.
Running through my vains,
you're the devils worst kind of sin.
Oh my, oh my, oh my
how I can't let you go.
You're presence seems to me
like of pure infinity.
So god damn irresistible
and taunting is your deal.
Oh my, oh my, oh my
how I can't let you go
The way you make things real
is a blessing and a curse.
Wicked are your burning ways
as I loose myself into your world.
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