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We found an old doll that was out in the grass |
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She has special powers, we said a black mass |
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We sat in a circle, all holding hands |
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The doll bed held together with old rubberbands |
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She'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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She's so pretty all laid out in white |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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When we need her she'll rise to the light |
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We look down at the ground |
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And into her eyes |
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Passed around an old teacup |
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Filled up with dead flies |
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Surprise, surprise |
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Were brought but not used |
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A collection of knives |
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We'll remember this moment |
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For all of our lives |
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She'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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She's so pretty all laid out in white |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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When we need her she'll rise to the light |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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It's a flickering beautiful sight |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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When we need her she'll rise to the light |
