| The plight of the siren is
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| No one believes her
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| When she really loves you, you’ll never know
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| So nobody trusts her and everyone leaves her
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| A promise is nothing, the sailors all go
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| And she always thinks that she’ll keep you beside her
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| But slowly the instinct takes root in her throat
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| The plight of the siren is
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| That she destroys everything
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| In her hands like a bad puppet show
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| Oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh
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| Persphone, Persephon
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| Persephone, Persephone, Persephone…
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| The plight of the siren is
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| She’ll never sing without somebody claiming she’s starting a war
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| And every word from her lips
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| Is a sign that she’s hungry for blood, she’s a killer and moreso
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| The music is sweeter than honey, but honey, oh
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| Think what a monster she is at her core
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| The plight of the siren is
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| That she’s a menace
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| A beast like a wolf in candy store
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| Oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone, Persephone…
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| The plight of the siren is
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| History wrote her as evil for men to avoid at all costs
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| Call her the temptress, the whore, always luring
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| Those good boys ashore, the pure virtuous
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| The plight of the siren is
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| Everyone’s always been
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| Scared of a powerful woman
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone (I'm calling)
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone (I'm calling for you)
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone, Persephone
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| Persephone… |