| …And the devil’s own hand was knotted by the pastor,
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| And we dared to admit, her weakness was laughter.
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| And the scraed victim begged for her life.
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| We watched it end.
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| «Did you miss me? |
| You’re shaking…
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| And I’m not the one who left you in the cellar all bothered.
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| It’s me, it’s not your father.
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| I’m here to take you away.
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| Give me your hand, spare your life.»
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| She’s breaking out, and they’re all laughing now.
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| Behind your devilish figure, behold the smoking gun.
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| …And the devil’s own hand was knotted by the pastor,
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| And we dared to admit, her weakness was laughter.
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| And the scraed victim begged for her life.
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| We watched it end.
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| These daggers mean nothing in the context you use them in.
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| And we believe in nothing unless there’s proof of it.
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| You seek out those who forgive.
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| You seek out those who forgive.
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| You seek out those who forgive.
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| You
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| I met you at the altar and your lips tasted different.
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| Then placed my ring upon your hand and knew we’d die together.
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| And now, I’ll call you my wife.
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| Give me your heart.
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| I’ll grow it into size.
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| You’re dancing around yourself
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| You’re dancing around yourself
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| Dancing around yourself
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| Dancing around yourself
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| Dancing around
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| Dancing around
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| Dancing around
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| Dancing around
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| Around
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| Around
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| Around
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| Around |