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Sip my blood Till there's no blood Left to spill From my neck. I'm embraced by A concealed grip I welcomed in my arms. In my arms. In my arms. Bruised by your love, Burned by your kiss, Is this true love? Is this true love? Young Blood spills tonight This time the victim is you. Poison lips are the ones you kiss. I swear my love for you was true.. Young Blood spills... Now here I sing My deadly lullaby......