| Why did God make glass, to be shattered?
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| To hold, and to cut?
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| Your crooked cross covers your eyes.
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| Forgot my name
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| Forgot where I came from
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| I died getting here
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| Make me gold, I’m waiting.
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| Call me the Dark Angel.
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| Please don’t scare.
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| (Don't touch me.
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| Don’t trust me.
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| Please keep your hands away from,
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| Away from,
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| Away from,
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| Away from me.)
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| I’d like to have a word with you.
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| I’d like to have my way with you.
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| I’d like to have a word with you.
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| I’d like to have my way with you.
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| Call me the Dark Angel.
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| Please don’t scare.
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| (Don't touch me.
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| Don’t trust me.
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| Please keep your hands away from,
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| Away from,
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| Away from,
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| Away from me.)
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| Please don’t scare.
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| I’d like to have a word with you.
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| I’d like to have my way with you.
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| I’d like to have a word with you.
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| I’d like to have my way with you.
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| I’d like to have my way with you.
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| I’d like to take my time with you.
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| I’d like to lose my mind with you.
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| I’d like to share my knife with you.
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| Don’t scare, don’t scare, don’t. |