| There’s death in her room
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| You can probably see it
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| The way both her dogs
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| Have been staring at me yeah
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| There’s death in her room
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| But it probably melts down to nothing
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| There’s death in her room
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| Where there used to be toys yeah
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| Enough to go 'round
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| For the girls, for the boys yeah
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| There’s death in her room
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| But it probably melts to nothing
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| 'cause my baby likes to get undressed
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| My baby needs to be possessed
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| My baby so tender my baby
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| There’s death in her room
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| And it blends with the noise yeah
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| She always receeds with it
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| Heck of a poise yeah
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| There’s death in her room
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| But it probably melts down to nothing
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| 'cause my baby likes to get undressed
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| My baby needs to be possessed
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| My baby so tender my baby yeah
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| My baby warlocks in her ear
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| My baby needs to be aware
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| My baby so tender my baby yeah
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| My baby loves to get undressed
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| (she needs to be possessed in her room)
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| My baby warlocks in her ear
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| My baby needs to be aware
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| My baby so tender my baby yeah
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| My baby likes to get undressed
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| My baby needs to be possessed
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| My baby so tender my baby
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| Death in her room
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| You can probably see it
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| The way both her dogs
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| Have been staring at me
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| Yeah there’s death in her room
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| But it probably melts down to nothing |