| I always thought I was blacker than the blood
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| Running through the devil’s soiled veins
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| Until I met a girl, not quite of this world
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| No, she was born in a fiery lake
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| There are spiders in her hair
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| Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoah
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| My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close
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| I’m in love with her ghost
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| Her skin’s as pale as the day is white
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| Her hair is blacker than the blackest night
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| And when she speaks, whoah, all children weep
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| And when she sings Lord Death will come and reap
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| There are spiders in her hair
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| Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoah
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| My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close
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| I’m in love with her ghost
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| There are spiders in her hair
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| Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoah
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| My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close
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| I’m in love with her ghost
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| I’m in love with her ghost
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| I’m in love with her ghost |