| If I live to see you again
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| I’ll take out my eyes
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| With this I have no way, and in consequence want no sight
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| I’ve tried my hardest to forget every connection
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| Always being the blind villain
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| My end meets the old curse of death
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| The last courtesy I give
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| Get the horses for your mistress
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| There is a cliff, with sky high peaks
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| Make your way to the very brim of it
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| Stop it from ever showing
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| Repair the misery
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| Give me your hand
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| The departure of the thief and monster is far from over
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| But everything is gonna be just fine
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| Everything will be just fine
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| With robbers hands, cunning and false
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| Label him a thief, bring him before us
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| Bind fast his corky arms
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| Filthy traitor!
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| Hang him instantly, pluck out his eyes
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| Rip the haunting smirk from his face
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| May heaven help him, but only through its plagues
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| For our means secure us
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| For our means secure us and our defects prove our worth
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| We live in fear and danger of them
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| Their delicate cheeks will turn to rotting flesh
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| One day women will all become monsters |