| I will never marry my love
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| I will die waiting for the bells
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| Death, come pull me underwater
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| I have nothing left to fear from hell
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| I was gifted at the music
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| I was born the day the year was new
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| Someone has stolen all the water
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| I keep the pills inside an urn
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| Lord, show me my daughter
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| Show me her before she burned
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| We go walking in the hallways
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| Now and then a record gives a tune
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| Sometimes we hang from our chambers
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| Baudelaire in the afternoon
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| The yellow rose is a stranger
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| The devil’s invitation in bloom
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| I stand looking at my chamber
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| There are many things upon the floor
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| The blade is ready for the slaughter
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| The Virgin Mary hangs on the door
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| I will arrive at death’s border
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| Take back the cover God has torn from me
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| I am at the river with baby
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| Her father enters with a leap
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| Hold her head above the water
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| She is pale against the stream
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| I am the horse beneath his daughter
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| He is the mountain underneath |