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I need to taste your voice in my mouthI need to taste your voice in the airAnd I need to feel your skin against all that I retch outAnd feel your voice all over everywhereI need to paste your skin around the mailboxAnd hold the postman in your smileI need to fill your lungs with smallpoxAnd fill the glow of a sick and distorted lifeBeautiful babyAll filled with angelsBeautiful babyAll filled with angelsBeautiful babyAll filled with angelsBeautiful babiesAll filled with angels From Letras Mania