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Not again, not again, not again, not again. |
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Why did God make glass, to be shattered? |
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To hold, and to cut? |
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Your crooked cross covers your eyes. |
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Forgot my name |
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Forgot where I came from |
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I died getting here |
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Make me gold, I'm waiting. |
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Call me the Dark Angel. |
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Please don't scare. |
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(Don't touch me. |
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Don't trust me. |
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Please keep your hands away from, |
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Away from, |
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Away from, |
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Away from me.) |
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I'd like to have a word with you. |
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I'd like to have my way with you. |
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I'd like to have a word with you. |
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I'd like to have my way with you. |
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Call me the Dark Angel. |
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Please don't scare. |
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(Don't touch me. |
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Don't trust me. |
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Please keep your hands away from, |
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Away from, |
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Away from, |
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Away from me.) |
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Please don't scare. |
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I'd like to have a word with you. |
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I'd like to have my way with you. |
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I'd like to have a word with you. |
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I'd like to have my way with you. |
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I'd like to have my way with you. |
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I'd like to take my time with you. |
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I'd like to lose my mind with you. |
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I'd like to share my knife with you. |
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Don't scare, don't scare, don't. |
