| I see you there with your long black hair
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| Glowing viper eyes and pale skin
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| The one who took the father of my friend
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| Crawled under his skin and made him beg for it
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| Or when you stole my friend
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| Put the rope around their neck and kicked the chair from their feet
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| I awoke when you tried to take my brother
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| The right pill couldn’t put him right to sleep
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| I’m floating on my own
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| I’m floating on my own
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| I’m floating on my own
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| (So just let me go)
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| I know what hiding is
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| Know what surviving is
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| I know what dying is
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| (I tried to kiss her twice)
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| So, you are a magician? |
| Or so they say
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| Well perform light as a feather stiff as a board
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| Sold out shows for life until death
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| But somehow I’m not impressed
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| Take off your mask, no need for costumes
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| And look me in my face
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| I was there when you dug her grave
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| And stripped her of her dancer’s grace
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| Remember I laid in her bed
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| And held her hand when you made her feel she wasn’t thin enough
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| While her hair fell out and her bones showed
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| Made her believe she didn’t want to live enough
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| I’m floating on my own
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| I’m floating on my own
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| I’m floating on my own
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| (So just let me go)
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| I know what hiding is
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| Know what surviving is
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| I know what dying is
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| (I tried to kiss her twice)
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| So, you are a magician? |
| Or so they say
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| Well perform light as a feather stiff as a board
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| Sold out shows for life until death
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| But somehow I’m not impressed
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| This dark needs to be illuminated
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| I’ll gladly kick over these candles to light up this room
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| I’ve flirted with you my whole life
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| You stayed out of reach, just close enough so your touch would loom
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| When everyone around me grew into
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| Mothers and fathers, brides and grooms
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| I asked you to dance but you denied me the chance
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| You took my friend
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| Shot through his windshield car, wrapped 'round a pole
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| I’m floating on my own
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| I’m floating on my own
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| I’m floating on my own
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| (So just let me go)
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| I know what hiding is
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| Know what surviving is
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| I know what dying is
|
| (I tried to kiss her twice)
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| So, you are a magician? |
| Or so they say
|
| Well perform light as a feather stiff as a board
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| Sold out shows for life until death
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| But somehow I’m not impressed |