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...And the devil's own hand was knotted by the pastor, |
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And we dared to admit, her weakness was laughter. |
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And the scraed victim begged for her life. |
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We watched it end. |
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"Did you miss me? You're shaking... |
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And I'm not the one who left you in the cellar all bothered. |
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It's me, it's not your father. |
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I'm here to take you away. |
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Give me your hand, spare your life." |
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She's breaking out, and they're all laughing now. |
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Behind your devilish figure, behold the smoking gun. |
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...And the devil's own hand was knotted by the pastor, |
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And we dared to admit, her weakness was laughter. |
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And the scraed victim begged for her life. |
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We watched it end. |
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These daggers mean nothing in the context you use them in. |
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And we believe in nothing unless there's proof of it. |
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You seek out those who forgive. |
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You seek out those who forgive. |
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You seek out those who forgive. |
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You |
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I met you at the altar and your lips tasted different. |
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Then placed my ring upon your hand and knew we'd die together. |
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And now, I'll call you my wife. |
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Give me your heart. |
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I'll grow it into size. |
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You're dancing around yourself |
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You're dancing around yourself |
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Dancing around yourself |
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Dancing around yourself |
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Dancing around |
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Dancing around |
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Dancing around |
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Dancing around |
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Around |
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Around |
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Around |
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Around |
