| Do I dare to speak her name
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| In front of the mirror?
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| Tell me now if I have really lost my mind
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| My features disappearing
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| While my eyesight’s getting blurry
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall
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| Am I going blind?
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| As the clock strikes twelve
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| I’m lighting a candle
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| Turning around while I’m chanting…
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| Mary, I can see your eyes now
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| Shining in the darkness
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| I’m longing for the slightest touch
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| Of your pale skin
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| She’s waltzing through dimensions
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| By tearing through the glass walls
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| Come, come to me my love
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| I will let you in
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| As the clock strikes twelve
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| I’m lighting a candle
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| Turning around while I’m chanting…
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| Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Come to me bloody Mary
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| Mary, «mare», your name will make
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| The shadows obey
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| Mary, Mary, Mary
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| You are acting so scary
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| Mary, Mary please
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| Put the scissors away
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| Bloody Mary — you and I
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| Three times I call your name
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| Out in the darkness
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| Mary, Mary from the grave you will rise
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| I hear the tolling of a bell
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| Far in the distance
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| Will you show yourself
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| Before you slice my eyes
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| As the clock strikes twelve
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| I’m lighting a candle
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| Turning around while I’m chanting…
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| Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Come to me bloody Mary
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| Mary, «mare», your name will make
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| The shadows obey
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| Mary, Mary, Mary
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| You are acting so scary
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| Mary, Mary please
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| Put the scissors away
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| Bloody Mary — you and I
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| Mary, Mary quite contrary how does
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| Your garden grow?
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| With silver bells and cockle shells
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| And pretty maids in a row
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| Bloody Mary — you and I |