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There's a flame in the desert at the foot of the hills |
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And there's a circle in the sand where the water spills |
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There's a line up the spine of the girl in black |
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And it rips through her dress at the small of her back |
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She's been waiting there to take you through that door |
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So you can lay her down on the cavern floor |
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And you'll see the same flame burning in her eyes |
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As you smear your stink across her inner thighs |
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You couldn't leave well enough alone |
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You hold your heart like it's made out of stone |
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You couldn't leave well enough alone |
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Alone alone alone |
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She slithers through the snow like a snake but she's still |
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And she come's floating through the window without touching the sill |
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She prefers to make an entrance without using the door |
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And she'll be standing on your bed before she crosses the floor |
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She's a will-of-the-wisp as she's swinging her hips |
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Her breath is like a worm spinning silk from her lips |
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And tonight spook lights will be seen from your room |
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And you and her and |
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Jack and I are swimming in gloom |
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You couldn't leave well enough alone |
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You hold your heart like it's made out of stone |
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You couldn't leave well enough alone |
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Alone alone alone |
