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I'd love to bleed on you, and have you swallow every drop, until you take responsibilty for every night I fall to sleep thinking of you... I'd bleed in torrents, running on your eyes and nose, It's just what you do to me, with your pearly smile and teasing tongue... I'd love to cover you with every ounce of my blood, baptise you in your ignorance, drowning you with the truth- you killed the passion in me... © 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |