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She's got too many troubles on her mind. her father told her to leave this was too much trauma. For a poor widower's soul. |
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She was once happy, before she killed him and buried him beneath the sand |
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God cant save her now she's going to the guillotine |
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Her soul can now be forever torched but her body will remain here with me... |
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So I guess you can say I love a corpse but thats just insane |
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I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child but it wasn't mine. I doubt this fairytale will put me back to sleep, but what the hell... |
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I opened the bathroom door and there on the floor wrapped in towels was a small child |
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So they say she was bearing a child when she was put to death but now my imagination is going too far. |
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So I went to a man in white to ask for help. |
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He said move to the south to find redemption, why the south I don't know but you must trust me...Then the man in white fell to his knees... |
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To my former self this is my scrapbook |
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I'll paint my walls you'll see me there |
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I've seen a masterpiece covered in blood |
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He's a ghost a broken dream, access my mind make me a believer, 'cause the four-horsemen of the apocalypse are coming and they are not bringing flowers |
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Keep me awake, you'll find we have something in common |
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Yes sir |
