| Many centuries ago I
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| Was too innocent to know the
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| Difference between a hero
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| And a lying snake
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| He hung over my bed
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| He turned my sleepy head
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| So tired of playing dead
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| I let him come inside
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| Oh, just a lonely little Roman girl
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| Trying to be true
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| Until Attila the Honey tore
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| My poor heart in two
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| In two
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| Thirsty for my blood he made a
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| Undetected cut and I could
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| Hardly feel it when he sucked
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| The life right out of me
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| He looked into my eyes
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| Oh how he hypnotized
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| I told a million lies
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| To keep him by my side
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| Oh, just a lonely little roman girl
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| Dying to be true
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| Until Attila the Honey tore
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| My poor heart in two
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| In two
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| Oh terminal invader
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| Slay me later
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| And love me now
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| He told me I’d be saved
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| If I would be his slave
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| So eagerly I gave
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| My freedom for his life
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| Oh, just a lonely little conquered girl
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| Happy to be blue
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| Until Attila the Honey tore
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| My poor heart in two
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| In two
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| In two |