Cherry Wine - Live

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