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Texture of My Blood - Dillon



     
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Locked door, forgotten key
Tonight, open up for me
I am returning home
Without the slightest hope
Naked and on my knees
Look as if you're pleased to see
Me returning home
Pass me that spark of hope
Let you taste the texture of my blood
Lacking iron
Gates to my heart
Opened up, the relief
Time has come for you to see
Where im coming from
What i've been running from
I don't know
How on earth will i ever know?
Gazing through your eyes

I saw them coming right at you
My superior vena cava
Inferior to yours
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Every now and then, the collaboration of heart and mind is a mystery. It is not sufficient to have a mind of one’s own. It is important to know how to use it the right way. Besides her senses, for the 25-year-old singer and artist Dominique Dillon de Byington, both coordinates are important indicators of her perception. In her head, everyday situations turn into stories. Sometimes they are triggered by single sounds, memories, fears, hopes, experiences, feelings or time.

Read more about Dillon on Last.fm.


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