| There’s a world dying at my door
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| I would die just to taste its blood some more
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| I knew a world lying at my door
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| For my lover’s sins, they buried my soul
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| White widow hear 'em say
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| Her god is wrong, her time has run
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| White widow hear 'em say
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| My time is wrong, my god has run
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| Well I know that my trial has gone
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| Yes I know that my trial goes on again
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| And I know that my trial has gone
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| Yet I know that my trial goes on and on
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| In my bed as I lied undead
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| Making love to the snake inside my head
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| On the floor like a beautiful whore
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| What may never come may hurt no more
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| White widow she don’t taste so sweet
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| My god is wrong, my time has run
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| 'cause I know that my trial has gone
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| Yet I know that my trial goes on and on
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| White widow sees the sun and sleet
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| Her god is wrong, her time has run
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| Well I know that my trial has gone
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| Yet I know that my trial goes on again
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| Seem unwell-
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| Look like hell-
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| But I don’t care-
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| I’ve come a long way
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| I’ve come a long way
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| I’ve come a long way
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| Since sunday-
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| Girl, get runnin-
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| Take a drive where your mind will cease to feel
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| Stay alive if you feel you can stand still
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| White widow she don’t taste so sweet
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| Her god is wrong, her time has run
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| White widow she is the sun and sleet
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| My god is wrong, my time has run
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| 'cause I know that my trial has gone
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| Yet I know that my trial goes on and on
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| 'cause I know that my trial has gone
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| Yet I know that my trial goes on again
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| Yes I know that my trial has gone
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| Christ I know that my trial goes on and on
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| Yet I know that my trial goes on again
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| Yes I know that my trial goes on and on |