If you've loved in haste,
Thinking only of the cost.
Every river leads to land,
Every lover to a cross.
Your mind and heart at war,
And they thrash inside your lips.
Like an arrow passing through
Your tongue can kill or it can kiss.
Thinking only of the cost.
Every river leads to land,
Every lover to a cross.
Your mind and heart at war,
And they thrash inside your lips.
Like an arrow passing through
Your tongue can kill or it can kiss.
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