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HOZIER - Cherry Wine Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on a fire Hot and fast and angry As she can be I walk my days on a wire It looks ugly, but it's clean Oh mamma, don't fuss over me The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine Calls of guilty thrown at me All while she stains The sheets of some other Thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arm of her brother But I want it, it's a crime That she's not around most of the time Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would ...

HOZIER - Like Real People Do I had a thought, dear However scary About that night The bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury Before those hands pulled me From the earth? I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do I knew that look dear Eyes always seeking Was there in someone That dug long ago So I will not ask you Why you were creeping In some sad way I already know I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you and neither would you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do I could not ask you where you came from I could not ask you, neither could you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We could just kiss like real people do

HOZIER - Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful, Toying somewhere between love and abuse, Calling to join them the wretched and joyful, Shaking the wings of their terrible youths, Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion, No more alone or myself could I be, Looks like a strain to the arms that were open, No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene, With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean, She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene. Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet, Fresh from the fields, all feeder and fertile, It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene, With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean, She's the angel of small deat...

HOZIER - Take Me To Church My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week 'We were born sick,' you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight...