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Melted candles on the window sill Perfume in the haze Ashtrays spread across the floor On a normal day We lay out across the bed Just like we always did And in this house The devil laid his hand on our head And made them spin,Yeah I want to be your man If you think I care I want to be your man Your man, lord No more defenses Like no more peace of mind Keeping in these knives stabbing Spilling out your blood to me Man,Yeah ``-,,-``-,,[:+:Â¿éÂ§Â§Â¡Âª:+:Â£ÂªÂ±ÂºuÂ®:+:],,-``-,,-`` From Letras Mania