covering / recovering

oh i am a lonely painter
i live in a box of paints
i'm frightened by the devil
and i'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
oh you are in my blood like holy wine
and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
oh i could drink a case of you
i could drink a case of you, darling,
i'd still be on my feet...

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