Descent Point
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She had the sort of face you dream of
Providing infinite possibilities
for a life full of sorrow
and unspeakable miseries
Displaying a tolerance for her vices
and ignorance to her shameful deeds
he fell victim to derision
and advice he would not heed
Strange bedfellows of one's fate
How close love lies next to hate
And as she dreamed of other men
he would lie there and pretend
that her sighs were meant for him
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Voices whispered in his ear
They told him all was well
Just leave it up to them
and she would burn in hell
La la la la la
La la la la
Upon awakening from his slumber,
with sheet clenched tightly in his fist,
he seemed not to see his lover
as sheet and throat he did entwist
Strange bedfellows of one's fate
How close love lies next to hate
And as she dreamed of other men
the incubus would make amends
La la la la la
La la la la
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