| Now you’re gone I fear, but
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| Somehow you’re still here, you
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| Did not want to hear, but
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| Now I do not want to remember!
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| Did not know my name, but
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| Liked to play this game, and
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| Then you fan the flame, cause
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| Then I saw your eyes made of amber!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| You were so afraid, you
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| Looked like Sharon Tate
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| I think it was your fate, but
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| No, I do not want to remember!
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| Then you broke the spell, cried
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| Help me, I’m in hell, it
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| Was your final yell, cause
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| Then I shut the door of your chamber!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Do you feel the knife when I thrill you?
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| Do you feel alive when I kill you?
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| Do you feel the knife when I thrill you?
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| Do you feel alive when I kill you?
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| Fuck me, mind over matter!
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| Fuck me, mind over matter!
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| Fuck me, mind over matter!
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| Fuck me, mind over matter!
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| I knew from the start, that
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| You would break my heart, and
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| Then I fell apart, but
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| Now I do not dare to remember
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| Now you hold my hand, say
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| Now I understand, why
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| Death is not the end, and
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| Now we feel the cold of December
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Stop that noise!
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| Do you feel the knife when I thrill you?
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| Do you feel alive when I kill you?
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| Do you feel the knife when I thrill you?
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| Do you feel alive when I kill you?
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| Fuck me, mind over matter!
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| Fuck me, mind over matter!
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| Fuck me, mind over matter!
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| Fuck me, mind over matter! |