Gatsby's American Dream
Gatsby's American Dream - A Conversation With The Devil lyrics
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"I get what I want this time baby." Foul temptress I want it too This hell, this doom baby I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought Desire in my lips is precious to me Like air or blood or jewels that shine in the sky baby Or sweat that runs down your spine like a river I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought Desire in my lips is precious, precious to me
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