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Nothing much to see, |
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But a sad, sad, girl |
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In purple polka dots |
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And her long black curls |
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She sorts the sad remains |
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Of her broken baby dolls |
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Such delicate delight |
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In the red death ball |
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But they don't see |
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If only for a friend, |
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Maybe one she'd spare |
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After mommy by her hand |
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Even daddy didn't care |
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She locked away the dark |
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And waited for the day |
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She could play |
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There's nowhere to run |
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And no one can hide |
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Come one, come all |
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To the red death ball |
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Like pawns in play |
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We all fall down |
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So come one come all |
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To the red death ball |
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The taste of 23, |
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The time had come |
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The invitation read: |
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"Drink, Dance, and Fun!" |
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The guests they filled the hall |
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As she succumbs to lusts for gore |
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Our hostess locked the door |
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The screams were heard for miles |
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The sight no one believed |
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She dreamed that they would bleed |
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But dreams can much deceive |
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The scarlet river flowed |
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Now our villain is free |
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Not one survived |
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There's nowhere to run |
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And no one can hide |
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Come one, come all |
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To the red death ball |
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Like pawns in play |
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We all fall down |
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So come one come all |
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To the red death ball |
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And as she danced |
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They took her down |
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Among what was left of them |
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(Away she went) |
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But they don't see |
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There's nowhere to run |
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And no one can hide |
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Come one, come all |
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To the red death ball |
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Like pawns in play |
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We all fall down |
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So come one come all |
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To the red death ball |
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Nothing much to see, |
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But a sad, sad girl |
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In purple polka dots |
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And her long black curls |
