His blood is still trickling down the floor
I can't feel the fire within you
Neither can I feel the winter blues
You lie dead awake in a picture frame
Your body lay scattered in the butchers lane
You rose up but I brought you down again
Cause you never returned the kiss I gave you
In the coldness of the night
I see the ghosts pass me by
They say it will rain very soon
Can't wait to be drained out of you
Your desperate cries rings within
Your hurt expression makes me feel
I think I should put on the painted mask
And cry Casanova please return
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