 Blood From The Beating Heart lyrics ( Primitive Radio Gods )   
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 Rate Blood From The Beating Heart
Artist : Primitive Radio Gods
Song : Blood From The Beating Heart
She counted holes with a shovel. She won’t
shake hands with the devil
And when
she’s caught in the middle, she pulls away
and it feels
Like a north wind freezin’
your body again
Like a slow day makin’
its way in the dark
To a mouth where the
feelings start
Rush out like the blood from
the beating heart
She holds the neck of
the bottle, her every thought is a riddle
You
try to rise to her level, you sit back down and
it feels
Like a north wind teasin’ your
body again
Like a slow day makin’ its
way in the dark
To a mouth where the feelings
start
Rush out like the blood from the beating
heart
The blood from the beating heart
The
blood from the beating heart
A strange and
delicate creature who only lives if you love
her
Invites you to swim in the river and
leaves you under the earth
Like a north wind
freezin’ your body again
Like a slow day
makin’ its way in the dark
To a mouth
where the feelings start
Rush out like the
blood from the beating heart
Like a north
wind...Like a slow day...
To a mouth where the
feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the
beating heart
Submitted by Michael
Hack
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