| She’s the one who burned me at the stake
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| Sweet girl
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| Lacked by vision kneeling on her bed
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| Dark cloudy eyes foreseeing obsession
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| Beautiful and willful
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| It seems those years
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| I’ve been lying on a spell-bound bed
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| Haunted, disappointed, down
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| Like a daemon obsessed waiting for dawn
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| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent
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| It seems the night has brought her unrest
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| She was kissed, caressed, loved
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| Sweat screaming in mourning
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| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent
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| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent
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| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent
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| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent
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| She was a swear, she was my girl
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| And I was that saint Lucifer
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| Beautiful and willful
|
| She’s the one who burned me in that stake
|
| Dawning for a sweet girl, no, no, no, no
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| She was a swear, she was my girl
|
| And I was that saint Lucifer
|
| Beautiful and willful
|
| She was the one who burned me in that stake
|
| Dawning for a sweet girl, no, no, no, no
|
| Lacked by vision kneeling on her bed
|
| Dark cloudy eyes foreseeing obsession
|
| Dawning for a sweet girl, no, no, no, no
|
| Haunted, disappointed, down
|
| Like daemon obsessed waiting for dawn
|
| Haunted, disappointed, down
|
| Like daemon obsessed waiting for dawn
|
| Dawning for a sweet girl, no, no
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| Sweet girl, for a sweet girl |