HIM
Electrifying eyes of blue
Fingertips made to strum
Viewed as the palest shade of cocoa hue
Let my temple be your drum
Your ever shining light I admire
Enticed by your lingering notes
Lustful of a future fire
My heart I pay you for your sacrifices
So hide me in the night
Dream a dream of a better me
Confide in me hope that everything will be all right
And let us lay till we can run free
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