Key: C
Introduction: C
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Her eyes and words are so icy
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Oh, but she burns
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Like rum on a fire
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Hot and fast and angry
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As she can be
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I walk my days on a wire
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It looks ugly, but it's clean,
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Dm7
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Oh momma, don't fuss over me
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Am
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The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
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Open hand or closed fist would be fine
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Dm7
C
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
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Calls of guilty thrown at me
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All while she stains
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The sheets of some other
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Thrown at me so powerfully
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Just like she throws with the arm of her brother
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But I want it, it's a crime
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Dm7
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That she's not around most of the time
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Am
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The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
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Am
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Open hand or closed fist would be fine
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Dm7
C
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
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Her fight and fury is fiery
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Oh, but she loves
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Like sleep to the freezing
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Sweet and right and merciful
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I'm all but washed
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In the tide of her breathing
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And it's worth it, it's divine
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Dm7
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And I have this some of the time
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Am
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The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
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Am
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Open hand or closed fist would be fine
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Dm7
C
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine