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Like a jester dressed |
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In a silly gown |
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Something evil came to town |
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At the darkest hour |
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In the dead of night |
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All who'd listen gathered round |
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From the uninspired |
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From the tortured sounds |
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No one noticed what she'd done |
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By the pricking of my thumbs |
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Something wicked this way comes |
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Like a fool possessed |
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Evil grabbed the blade |
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Dripping blood upon the keys |
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With her cheap disguise |
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No-one realised |
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How this jester could deceive |
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From the uninspired |
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From the tortured sounds |
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No one noticed what she'd done |
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By the pricking of my thumbs |
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Something wicked this way comes |
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From the uninspired |
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From the tortured sounds |
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No one noticed what she'd done |
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Time knows the truth |
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And her lies linger on |
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By the pricking of my thumbs |
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Something wicked this way comes |
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By the pricking of my thumbs |
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Something wicked this way comes |
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This way comes |
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This way comes |
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Hush now children |
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Don't you worry |
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Lots of young ones |
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Singing mahler |
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Lies so deady |
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Wrapped in sugar candy |
