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It's not what it seems, I pull my dress off slowly.
And as the golden race lay into me, right where the falls are.
King of the crystal rivers, who I give birth to just for you.
Please do not askew your skillful touch and go, your rooty flower.
Það heyrist heitt þungt hljóð.

I drink your blood and kyrja orð til þín.
I'm all the magic in your ears.
Because what no one sees, and no one hears.
Is that you wake up all the creatures deep in me.

I drink your blood and kyrja orð til þín.
I'm all the magic in your ears.
Because what no one sees, and no one hears.
Is that you wake up all the creatures deep in, oooh

I kiss that rock and grind my teeth on all.
Of those who think they cannot see.
Það heyrist heitt þungt hljóð

I drink your blood and kyrja orð til þín.
I'm all the magic in your ears.
Because what no one sees, and no one hears.
Is that you wake up all the creatures deep in me.

I drink your blood and kyrja orð til þín.
I'm all the magic in your ears.
Because what no one sees, and no one hears.
Is that you wake up all the creatures deep in me.

Oooooh

I drink your blood and kyrja orð til þín.
I'm all the magic in your ears.
Because what no one sees, and no one hears.
Is that you wake up all the creatures deep in me.

Oooooh

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