Lyric Indian Lover

And if you wed another
I would have to kill you.
Both in bed my lover
I would rather see you dead and under covers then in front of the world.
And exposing for all others, skin in which I curled.

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I would be your Indian lover.
I would be your Indian lover.
I would be your Indian lover boy.
Feel my joy.

And if you touch a man then you can fully expect I will abort my plan to woe you so circumspect.
I ll cross the gate of Hell and sell what is left then of my soul
And in exchange I ll lay away my dying role.

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Aesthetic discipline and caked in mud
I would go down in the river wading in, controlling the flow.
Not eating a stitch of meat, nowhere, no leather on my back
Until I knew which one was better, the love or the lacking.

If you go at last and leave me here
I will slowly run the gas into the invisible and fingering the match
I ll strike one mortal final blow for every fool dispatched I ll retire in my burning inferno.

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