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A witch hunt |
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A sip of cream |
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A hot tempered bleeding queen |
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I sit away from you |
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Can't tell you what to do |
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You make my seasons |
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You make my black bells chime |
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And I can't help it |
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I want to make you mine |
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I see your spinning mouth |
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Can take us what it can |
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And in the dark of night |
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He'll scribble out of line |
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The concertina squeezing out my woe |
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There are some things that |
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I hope I never know |
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Take me and tangle me |
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I don't know what to believe |
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Glass eye, a flash of green |
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I'm more jealous than I seem |
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Oh, when I watch you |
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I see what you can do |
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And, though I'm trying |
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There is no pleasing you |
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Oh, when I watch you |
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I see what you can do |
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And, though I'm trying |
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There is no pleasing you |
