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We found an old doll |
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That was out in the grass |
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She has special powers |
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We set a black mass |
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We sat in a circle |
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All holding hands |
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The doll's been held together |
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With old rubber bands |
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She'll rise |
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She'll rise |
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She'll rise |
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I'll lay her down in her gingebread coffin |
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She's so pretty, all laid out in white |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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When we need her she'll rise in the light |
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We'll look down at the ground |
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And into her eyes |
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Passed around an old teacup |
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Filled up with dead flies |
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SurpriseSurprise |
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We brought, but not used |
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A collecton of knives |
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We'll remember this moment |
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Through all of our lives |
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She'll rise |
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She'll rise |
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She'll rise |
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OhI'll lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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She's so pretty, all laid out in white |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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When we need her, she'll rise in the light |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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It's a flickering, beautiful sight |
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Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin |
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When we need her, she'll rise to the night... |
