Lips
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2000, E-Bru
As you make the coffee I stare
My mind drifting bare
My eyes shine like crystal beads
The hand that grabs the spoon greedily feeds
I know this feeling of emptiness
What you do comes back to you
The pain I inflict is that pain I get
Baby, I won't let you forget
You are the doctor, the one to cure me
The one to hold and to caress me
My hungry sickness is leaving me raw
Desire that clasp, there's nothing more
The hand that strikes the tender notion
Is all apart of that burning emotion
I drank from your words I taste the sweet wine
You send shivers down my spine
The lips that touch that feeling
Are the lips of love
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