| Hey, princess, lay back in your chair
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| Show us your geometry, see if I stare
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| Pink cigarette, white see-through dress
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| And a black and gold veil
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| Ornate headdress, my temptress
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| Wield your staff and your veil
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| Vows, secrets, wake me when
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| It’s my turn to walk through
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| Caught deep in your every curve
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| Primed and ready for battle
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| Lift your veil now, formulate
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| With the sound by yourself
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| As her words draw you in
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| Our faith reconnects
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| And our hearts, they collapse
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| At the words
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| Now come to me in your glitz and your glam
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| Place your heart down, step back and watch this
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| Blank featured, vile creatures
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| Collapse at your ankles
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| Firebreather, snake eater
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| Relax as we hail her
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| Vows, secrets, wake me when
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| It’s my turn to walk through
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| Don’t turn around
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| Look back to see it
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| Just hang on, formulate
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| And believe it by yourself
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| As her words draw you in
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| Our faith reconnects
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| And our hearts, they collapse
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| From the words we intake
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| Now relate like I relate
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| 'Til your faith reconnects
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| And now relate like I relate
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| To the words
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| We are enlightened, we stare and behold
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| We commit to your being, we belong, we belong
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| Deep in your circle, trapped in your grace
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| Wrapped here in your prism walls, we will stay |