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Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head |
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Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead |
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Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic |
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With the thrill of it all |
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You fooled all the people with magic |
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You waited on Satan's call |
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Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure |
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Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport |
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Uncovering things that were sacred manifest on this Earth |
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Conceived in the eye of a secret |
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And they scattered the afterbirth |
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Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse |
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Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course |
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Approaching a time that is classic |
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I hear maidens call |
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Approaching a time that is drastic |
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Standing with their backs to the wall |
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Was it polemically sent |
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l wanna know what you meant |
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I wanna know |
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I wanna know what you meant |
