Conjure Me

The Afghan Whigs

I smell your blood, my love

But I can't taste it yet

I have your mind, my love

But I can't waste it yet

Please understand, my love

I find this sickening but

My head is ice, my love

My skin is thickening

But oh my love

We could still be friends

And oh my love

With me you must contend

I'm gonna turn on you before you turn on me

I'm gonna turn on you, can you conjure me?

And walk the mile into this web of my conspiracy, oh

I'm gonna turn on you before you turn on me

I'm in a hole

But I don't feel the safety net

I have your soul

But I am wasting it

But oh my love

We could still be friends

And oh my love

With me you must contend

I'm gonna turn on you before you turn on me

I'm gonna turn on you can you conjure me?

And walk the mile into this web of my conspiracy, yeah

I'm gonna turn on you before you turn on me

I'm gonna turn on you

I'm gonna turn on you

Before you turn on me

Before you turn on me

I'm gonna turn on you

I'm gonna turn on you

Before you turn on me

Before you turn on me

I'm gonna turn on you

I'm gonna turn on you

Before you turn on me

Before you turn on me

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