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Warn your warmth to turn away
Here itÂ’s December, everyday
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely youÂ’ll stay (love like winter)
For of sugar and ice.. I am made, I am made

ItÂ’s in the blood, itÂ’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 (yesterdayÂ…)
Read the lines in the mirror through the lipstick trace:
"Por Siempre."
She said, “It seems you’re somewhere, far away"
To his face.

ItÂ’s in the blood, itÂ’s in the blood
I met my love, before I was born
She wanted love, I taste of blood
She bit my lip, and drank my war
From years before, from years before

Love like winterÂ… OhÂ… OhÂ…
Love like winterÂ… winterÂ… 3Â…4Â…

ItÂ’s in the blood, itÂ’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