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There's a world dying at my door |
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I would die just to taste its blood some more |
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I knew a world lying at my door |
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For my lover's sins, they buried my soul |
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White widow hear 'em say |
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Her god is wrong, her time has run |
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White widow hear 'em say |
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My time is wrong, my god has run |
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Well I know that my trial has gone |
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Yes I know that my trial goes on again |
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And I know that my trial has gone |
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Yet I know that my trial goes on and on |
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In my bed as I lied undead |
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Making love to the snake inside my head |
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On the floor like a beautiful whore |
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What may never come may hurt no more |
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White widow she don't taste so sweet |
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My god is wrong, my time has run |
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'cause I know that my trial has gone |
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Yet I know that my trial goes on and on |
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White widow sees the sun and sleet |
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Her god is wrong, her time has run |
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Well I know that my trial has gone |
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Yet I know that my trial goes on again |
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Seem unwell- |
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Look like hell- |
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But I don't care- |
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I've come a long way |
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I've come a long way |
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I've come a long way |
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since sunday- |
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Girl, get runnin- |
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Take a drive where your mind will cease to feel |
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Stay alive if you feel you can stand still |
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White widow she don't taste so sweet |
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Her god is wrong, her time has run |
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White widow she is the sun and sleet |
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My god is wrong, my time has run |
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'cause I know that my trial has gone |
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Yet I know that my trial goes on and on |
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'cause I know that my trial has gone |
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Yet I know that my trial goes on again |
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Yes I know that my trial has gone |
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Christ I know that my trial goes on and on |
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Yet I know that my trial goes on again |
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Yes I know that my trial goes on and on |