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Melted candles on the window sill
Perfume in the haze
Ashtrays spread across the floor
On a normal day

We lay out across the bed
Just like we always did
And in this house
The devil laid his hand on our head
and made them spin

I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be your man
Your man, lord

No more defenses
Like no more peace of mind
Keeping in these knives stabbing
Spilling out your blood to me

I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be your man
Your man, lord

I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be your man
Your man, lord