| Midnight swiftly gathers up her gown
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| And follows Cinderella
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| Fleeing from the castle grounds
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| Back to her swallowed cellar
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| She’s no ordinary faerytale
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| In contrary quite the diva
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| For every second spent with her
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| Bites with a slow and potent fever
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| Mad as a hatter, does it matter
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| If the sky burns red or purple?
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| I love her more than wicked words can say
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| Insanity is a plot to lean on
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| My heart will darken come what may
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| I sing the theme song
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| She disturbs the moral way
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| I walk the night, I sleep the day
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| Lest my lips will deeply miss her
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| Dea Della Morte
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| Dea Della Morte
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| Dark side of the honeymoon
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| I’m Jeckyll to her Heidi Klum
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| The real-life Creature From The Black Lagoon
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| Caught swimming in her dreams
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| Abducting, conducting
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| Shared erotic deeds, stroke fantasies
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| I plucked her out of classified for my needs
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| Miss Twin Peaks seeks asylum seeker
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| From a broken soul, for ventures
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| Pearls in a whirlwind, come what may
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| Insanity is a purse to cling to
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| I love you more than wicked words can say
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| Thanks to my curse, dementia
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| She disturbs the moral way
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| I walk the night, I sleep the day
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| Lest my lips will deeply miss her
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| Dea Della Morte
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| She disturbs the moral way
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| I walk the night, I sleep the day
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| Press my kisses, deep abysser
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| Dea Della Morte
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| Dea Della Morte
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| She is the flame that flickers in rickety heaven
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| I am the torch, debauchery covets my name
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| And we are both together forever fornever to sever
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| Our bond beyond the pale and windowless pane
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| She disturbs the moral way
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| I walk the night, I sleep the day
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| Lest my lips will deeply miss her
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| Dea Della Morte
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| She disturbs the moral way
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| I walk the night, I sleep the day
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| Press my kisses, deep abysser
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| Dea Della Morte
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| Dea Della Morte |