A Conversation With The Devil

Gatsbys American Dream

"I get what I want this time baby."
Foul temptress I want it too
This hell, this doom baby
I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought
Desire in my lips is precious
Like air or blood or jewels that shine in the sky baby
Or sweat that runs down your spine like a river

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