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Hemlock and mandrake fields |
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We walk to the woods |
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On leaves of wolfsbane |
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We ride to the stars |
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There's and ancient secret in these woods |
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It will outlive you and i |
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There's a stare among the pines |
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And a whisper on the leaves |
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Oh circles of blood |
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Oh circles of stone |
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Your love pulled me out of there |
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Your love pulls me out of there |
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There's a secret in these woods |
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It will grab you by the throat |
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And there's a spell on the wind |
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To trick you of the path |
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Hemlock and mandrake fields |
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We walk to the woods |
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On leaves of wolfsbane |
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We ride to the stars |
