| I know a witch that could kill with a touch
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| Her slender apparition hides it well
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| Of her thoughts I know not overly much
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| Still, I travel safe with her on the road to hell
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| I know a dangerous woman who makes me smile
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| Her grip and eye is full of playfulness
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| And though I’ve only know her a little while
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| I take care of having her not think of me less
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| I know a witch who wields her spells withershin
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| I wonder still what thought she hides within
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| I know a witch who wields her spells withershin
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| I wonder still what thought she hides within
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| I know a girl very quick with the blade
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| Through a house of slaughter she sent me flying
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| And like a cold breeze in the evening shade
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| She had me falter without even trying
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| I know a witch who wields her spells withershin
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| I wonder still what thought she hides within
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| I know a witch who wields her spells withershin
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| I wonder still what thought she hides within
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| I know a witch who wields her spells withershin
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| I wonder still what thought she hides within
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| I know a witch who wields her spells withershin
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| I wonder still what thought she hides within
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| I know a witch who wields her spells withershin
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| I wonder still what thought she hides within
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| I know a witch who wields her spells withershin
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| I wonder still what thought she hides within |