| I made you my teenage bride
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| I sacrificed you to the dark gods below
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| The coven and I devoured your heart
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| As we copulate on your corpse
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| When it was over I threw you down the well
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| Capped it off with a large flat stone
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| Every year on the day that you died
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| I can hear you crying
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| I know you’re coming home
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| Marry me again
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| We’ll slither down the stairs
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| Haunted in your red wedding dress
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| It’s like you never left
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| Let’s honeymoon again
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| Haunted in your red wedding dress
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| Gaze at my reflection in the attic mirror
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| Your dress fits like a second skin
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| And were they not perpetually soaked in blood
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| I’m sure I’d make your panties wet
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| Some trick of the light’s deceiving my eyes
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| Red haze through your crimson veil
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| You can’t be alive. |
| I’m sure that you died
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| When you stretch your hands out
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| And pull me through the glass
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| Marry me again
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| We’ll slither down the stairs
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| Haunted in your red wedding dress
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| It’s like you never left
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| Let’s honeymoon again
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| Haunted in your red wedding dress |