Blind Voyeurs

I used to wake up in square benches
 With your dry mouth kissing my heart
 I used to wake up in square benches
 With your bitter mouth kissing my heart
 Take me back to home again
 Through the traffic jams
 I had your mouth kissing my heart
 A warm mouth kissing my heart
 It's so funny to consider
 I was your last choice (I don't like this)
 All your different faces to cry for
 Would I? Could I? Should I?
 I really don't care
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 Blind voyeurs only kill for love
 Blind voyeurs only kill for love
 Blind voyeurs only kill for love
 Blind voyeurs
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 I wish I could fly above the affects
 I'm always needing something else to get high
 Your lips on my chest hurt
 Ripped my skin, broke my bones, oh, my heart
 We used to be slaves for underground
 Forbidden pleasures
 At least I had your mouth kissing my heart
 A nervous mouth kissing my heart
 It's so funny to consider the mutual last choice
 All our different traces, I never knew
 When to follow that mine
 I don't dare