| Someone’s calling from a whispering word
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| And you know what’s important when you’ve closed out the doors
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| There’s a part of me healing
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| How fragile I’m still
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| But I could snap any second
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| Like a loose I should kill (?)
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| Someone’s calling for a change of the heart
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| They have asked me my service and rid of my craft
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| There’s a skill to my business, I don’t have a soul
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| I can destroy every memory that you have of the fool
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| If you follow my river where I murdered your (?)
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| You looked into my cave to see the body I’ve burned
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| The circle is weak and I’m better alone
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| But soon you’ll be happy I’ve put the dog in the ground
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| Someone is calling from my job description
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| I’m a lover, a stalker, a killer, a scumbag
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| And this is my business, I’m a jack of all traits
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| The trigger, the knife of a knight
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| If you follow my river where I murdered your (?)
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| You looked into my cave to see the body I’ve burned
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| The circle is weak and I’m better alone
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| But soon you’ll be happy I’ve put the dog in the ground
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| My soul had dug into the core of the Earth
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| Locked in this suitcase on the day of my birth
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| And without it I’m free, I feel no remorse
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| But I do it for love and the blood of your loved ones will free me
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| If you follow my river where I murdered your (?)
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| You looked into my cave to see the body I’ve burned
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| The circle is weak and I’m better alone
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| But soon you’ll be happy I’ve put the dog in the ground
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| You fell for a wobbler, you fell for a butch
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| Now the blood of your sweet (?)
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| The circle is weak and I’m better alone
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| But soon you’ll be happy I’ve put the dog in the ground |