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fiogf49gjkf0d This is the curtain that the models change behind.
This is the two-bar fire, the cracked Venetian blind (I know it's splitting).
It's getting late, let's start the sitting.
If you could move your head a little to the right.
Of course you can sip your tea, as long as you sit tight.
My heart is pumping.
I think I may be onto something.
Behind my fingers, the beat of the blood guides the body.
The beat of the blood.
Behind the painting, the beat of the blood is waiting.
Under a street lamp, my cigarette makes me cough.
And this is the dive where she goes on her night off.
Seeing her drinking...
Behind her back her friends are winking.
Behind my fingers the beat of the blood guides the body.
The beat of the blood.
Behind the painting, the beat of the blood is waiting.
And this is the shade of red that takes so long to dry.
And those are the purple shadows underneath her eyes.
Seems she's gone missing.
The lips of a spirit she'll be kissing.
Behind my fingers the beat of the blood guides the body.
The beat of the blood.
Behind the painting...
Behind my fingers the beat of the blood guides the body.
The beat of the blood.
Behind the painting, the beat of the blood is waiting.
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