Tasted By Love -

Bees swarming in the breeze

Feeding on a seduced soul

Sown by your mind alone

Seated at a psycho’s throne

Drawn in, weakened

By the shapes she makes

Dancing slowly

In cemeteries…

Young blood is often tasted by love

Then often wasted

And poured back into you

I look in to where it all begins

Now I know why you must go

So you found my wasted underground

Tell me why dos it wear off so slow

Drawn in, weakened

By the shapes she makes

Dancing slowly

In cemeteries…

Everybody come to the public cemetery party tonight!

Young blood is often tasted

By love, then often wasted

And poured back into you

I found my place

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In my dismay

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I found my place

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In my dismay

Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo

Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo

Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo

I found my place

Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo

Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo

Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo

In my dismay

Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo

Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo

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