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Mary, I'm so sorry |
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you're hands were taken of this crystal ball |
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Close to heaven, far from seven angels, |
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they believe your ovelord |
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Steming pictures of their bodies |
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hunts to feed your vision |
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cold and unberable |
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Dark, dark, darkness, |
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Mary's heading for the golden bell |
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Her coins were not good enough |
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to throw in their wishing well, |
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in their wishing well, |
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they went to hell |
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Closed her eyes and jumped |
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int the sea of Mr. loneliness |
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and his companions |
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But they couldn't keep her there |
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her light dissturbed the black and grey |
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in their living room |
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Minutes passed and Gabriel he laughed |
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"You're sole is smelling oh so wonderful |
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Mary, you're so beautiful, so predictable" |
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His hands through her hair again, |
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and then he left |
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Dark, dark, darkness |
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Mary's heading for the golden bell |
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Her coins were not good enough |
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to throw in their wishing well, |
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in their wishing well, |
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in their wishing well |
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So please come and see me, |
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I'm to predictable |
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Please come and see me, |
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Mary, you're so predictable |