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Give rise to the villain |
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Give rise to the head of |
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Deprived of the protector |
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And shield from the weather |
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My sister, she used goat's blood |
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To conceal her ravaged body |
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But, I was gifted with my uncle Freddy's baby |
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Froze in time |
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I could hide |
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Bloated belly, baby inside |
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Give rise to the villain |
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Give rise to the head of |
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Deprived of the protector |
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And shield from the weather |
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[x2] |
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What happened to my life |
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All this ain't right |
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I should have taken it myself |
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With uncle Freddy's knife |
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Cause the grave is very suiting |
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For a bloodless daughter bride |
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Give rise to the villain |
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Give rise to the head of |
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Deprived of the protector |
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And shield from the weather |
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[x4] |
