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Icon of Coil

I wanna taste you, feel you, make you hurt
I wanna taste your second skin, you're my sin
I wanna get to know you inside and out
All I feel is the past, that is hunting us down

Collecting memories
Like pictures out of a book
I can't reach it, it's out of my range
There is nothing that makes any sense
Existence, no sense, only denial

Resist, refuse, remove, replace
Memory overdrive

I thought I had it under control
Despite the poison in my head
I thought I finally found my peace
Collecting memories

Written by OLSEN, OLE ANDERS / KOMOR, SEBASTIAN R
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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