| No wine for witches
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| And the finest stitches to write your name
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| She’s got a lockbox that she for more than show
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| But the combination was forgotten long ago
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| Run over me with satanic wheels
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| Do you know how the leather feels?
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| Do you know?
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| No time for martyrs this time around
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| As I get smarter, I’m gonna burn ya down
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| Run over me with satanic wheels
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| Do you know how the leather feels?
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| Do you know?
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| Just like a tainted horoscope
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| Just like a touchy-feely grope
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| Just like a bloody overcoat
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| Just like a sinking pleasure boat
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| I get my advice from gas boy
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| I get all of my gas from advice boy
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| Let’s get up, let’s get up and move
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| Let’s get into the Smorgasbord groove
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| And like my theory just proved
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| When mountains are moved, views are improved
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| And I, think it’s getting better all the time
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| Do you know? |