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The knife called lust
This knife, it just sits
It waits to be plunged into our soul
Make you want it
This knife, this knife called lust
You want it we all want it
Give into its call
Bill it has me with you
We are wrapped in its spell
This spell is intoxicating
Just like you
One final fight
It is lost the fight is lost
Together we take the plunge
Together out bodies will lay
Bill together
It shall be done
Together it shall be said
I love you