Heathens

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Shallow lies and deep breathing baby,
have you ever heard of me?

Smoke rings in the evening,
it's like a cut that won't stop bleeding.

One you opened up,
so you best not go and leave me.

My angels like your demons
& it's our love that goes and feeds them.

So is this heaven baby,
or are we just dirty heathens?

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