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Gently You are tying |
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The strings |
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Around my neck |
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Around my arms |
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Around my legs |
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Like a flesh |
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Marionet And you whisper |
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In a sweet voice |
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To give up |
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My own will |
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So my life |
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Will be eternal |
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And of grace |
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As never seen |
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And you want to drain me |
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Because you bought yourself a man |
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I'll be free within a single thought |
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Because I'm clean of spirit and mind |
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And I am deaf for a serpents speach |
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That is always singing from a twisted mind |
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I'll never ever have a second thought |
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To slap you in the face with the glove that's black |
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Because if you want to fight, follow me |
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And I'll fight you to hell and back |
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To hell and back |
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Because it's easy to fight a mind that's black |
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Twisted minds breed twisted offspring |
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When lies become truth, the truth is black |
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If I was the last, |
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I would walk proudly |
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And I would fight you to hell and back |
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To hell and back |