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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