| With droopy the eyes you see the waterlilies
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| The fisherman has lost his catch, he is frail and bony
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| The demons of the water are now speaking to him
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| They speak of a sacrifice, an offering
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| The fisherman now looks to the ground
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| She’s precious to him, she rides on her back
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| Her arms like serpents around the waist
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| She thirsts for desires, its a sacrifice
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| (Preacherman raise his hand to the sky)
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| With droopy eyes you see the waterlilies
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| The daughter is innocent, she’s pristine
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| The water will embrace her beauty
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| The fisherman looks to the ground and
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| The preacherman raises his hands to the sky
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| She’s precious to him, she rides on his back
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| Her arms like serpents around the waist
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| She thirsts for desires
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| They speak of offerings, its a sacrifice
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| Preacherman raises his hands to the sky
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| He speak of offering, its a sacrifice
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| Preacherman raises his hands to the sky
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| He speak of offering, its a sacrifice
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| With droopy eyes you see the water turn red
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| The daughter is pure, she’s innocent
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| The waters will embrace her beauty
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| She walks in and is never to return
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| The preacherman looks to the ground
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| She’s precious to him, she rides on her back
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| Her arms like serpents around the shaft
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| She thirsts for desires
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| She speak of offerings, its a sacrifice
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| Preacherman raises his hands to the sky
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| He speak of offering, its a sacrifice
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| Preacherman raises his hands to the sky
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| He speak of offering, its a sacrifice
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| Preacherman raises his hands to the sky
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| He speak of offering, its a sacrifice
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| Preacherman raises his hands to the sky
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| He speak of offering, its a sacrifice |