AFI Love Like Winter
Warn your warmth to turn away. Here it s December every day. Press your lips to the sculptures and surely you ll stay (Love like winter) for of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made. It s in the blood, it s in the blood. I met my love before I was born. He wanted love. I taste of blood. He bit my lip and drank my war from years before, from years before. She exhales vanilla lace. I barely dreamt her yesterday, yesterday. Read the lines in the mirror through the lipstick trace Por Siempre am
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