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Intro |
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I remember the stories they used to tell me,about how beautiful and powerful she was. |
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She was a goddess amongst mortal men. |
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Every slight sound she made was a pure as an angel resting on her shoulder. |
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Every whisper she spoke, brought passion and clarity to all those fortunate enough to hear her voice. |
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But that is no longer. |
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Those are just stories from the past. |
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I see the way they treat her now, the way the disrespect and take advantage of her. |
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They used her for their own personal gain, success and pain. |
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They tricked her into thinking it was all done for love, |
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But really, it was done for money. |
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They say money is the root of all evil, but I know its people. |
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It's people who have carried out these treacherous crimes against her. |
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It is people who have tried to suck, and nearly drained the blood of her soul. |
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Her name is Music. She was once innocent, perfect. |
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But now I fear for the worst. |
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The day they drained her of all her blood, will be the day |
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Music dies. |
