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If I live to see you again |
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I'll take out my eyes |
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With this I have no way, and in consequence want no sight |
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I've tried my hardest to forget every connection |
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Always being the blind villain |
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My end meets the old curse of death |
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The last courtesy I give |
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Get the horses for your mistress |
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There is a cliff, with sky high peaks |
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Make your way to the very brim of it |
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Stop it from every showing |
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Repair the misery |
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Give me your hand |
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The departure of the thief and monster is far from over |
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But everything is gonna be just fine |
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Everything will be just fine |
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With robbers hands, cunning and false |
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Label him a thief, bring him before us |
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Bind fast his corky arms |
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Filthy traitor! |
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Hang him instantly |
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Pluck out his eyes |
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Rip the haunting smirk from his face |
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May heaven help him, but only through its plagues |
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For our means secure us |
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For our means secure us and our defects prove our worth. |
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Give me your hand |
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The departure of the thief and monster is far from over |
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But everything is gonna be just fine |
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Everything will be just fine |
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We live in fear and danger of them |
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Their delicate cheeks will turn to rotting flesh |
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One day women will all become monsters |
