On ancient beds
Our love has stained
Beside ancient temples
We kissed
My body is a dying cathedral
With out you
Putrid perfumes
Cover my skull
Putrid Perfumes lyrics by Qual. On ancient beds Our love has stained Beside ancient temples We kissed My body is a dying cathedral With out you Putrid...
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On ancient beds
Our love has stained
Beside ancient temples
We kissed
My body is a dying cathedral
With out you
Putrid perfumes
Cover my skull
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