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What figures, these |
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Who stand and who wait |
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What dreams are dreamt |
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By all the Fates |
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This web that binds us |
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To jerk and to twist |
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That makes us dance |
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And makes us twitch |
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How easy to lie |
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To smile and to kiss |
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The corpses laugh |
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And start to jig |
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She cut his throat |
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Then cut her wrists |
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Oh what fun we have |
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When we exist |
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A wheel was turned |
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And a web that spun |
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A plot was hatched |
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And then undone |
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A promise broken |
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And a curse that's kept |
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The clock winds down |
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And is then reset |
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How easy to lie |
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To smile and to kiss |
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The corpses laugh |
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And start to jig |
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He cut our throats |
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Then cut his wrists |
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Oh what fun we have |
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When we exist |
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The mirror darkens |
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And the paint does peel |
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The photos fade |
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And the box is sealed |
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Woods on stone |
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Or carved in wood |
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While others stand |
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Where we stood |
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How easy to lie |
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To smile and to kiss |
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The corpses laugh |
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And start to jig |
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He cut their throats |
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Then cut his wrists |
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Oh what fun we have |
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When we exist |
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Oh such pain |
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In all of us |
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We victims and villains |
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Who storm the earth |
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We plot and plunder |
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?? |
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?? |
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The roles exchange |
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How easy to lie |
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To smile and to kiss |
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The corpses laugh |
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And start to jig |
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I cut their throats |
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Then cut my wrists |
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Oh what fun we have |
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When we exist |
