Enemy, enemy come here right beside
Come and beat me up so I feel I survived
Enemy, enemy come and spit in my face
Come and gather thorns with me so I feel Im revived
Enemy, enemy please terror me all the time
Till I forget Im obssesed in my love
Enemy, enemy come to me and pick a quarrel
Till I have a excuse to take off her gloves
And because she never have hunting pain nights long
She have never been afraid of to stand in the light, alone
She have never been in the rain planting old hearts
She thought she understand that it wont grow, these blackhearts
And shes the poison and the cure
But I need my sweet enemy now
My enemy, my painkilllers so sweet
For a while I dont need to be healed
Enemy, enemy make me still
Take all the money, run away and fill
Enemy, enemy I so need more hate
But still shes have all my faith...
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