| If you were there beware the serpant soul pinchers
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| Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches
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| Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome
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| We require your grief for thugs and the thiefs
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| As they're trying to rob the words from her gob
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| And take the source of the innocence
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| And if you were there beware the serpant soul pinchers
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| You can't you said she was never meant to fill column inches
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| And you had enough what you're trying to dig up isn't there to be dug
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| The thiefs and the thugs
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| As they're trying to be the digger graves of her sweet heart
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| and to the point she'll comply
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| And I leave her on her own
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| If I'd of known then I wouldn't have said it
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| I wouldn't have said it if I'd have known
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| And I leave her on her own
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| If I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said it
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| I wouldn't have said it if I had known
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| There's a cirlce of witches ambitiously vicious they are
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| And our attempts to remind them of reason wont get us that far
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| I don't know what it is that they want
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| I don't know what it is that they want
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| But I haven't got it to give
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| She hasn't got it to give |