| She can’t handle all the evil things
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| That life has come to give
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| Taking everything she loves
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| Destroying the home where she lives
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| Death does her no favors
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| Sparing her and killing everyone else
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| Leaving her to face the world alone
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| And leaving her by herself
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| Wreath of dead roses
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| Wrapped around her head
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| Blackened eyes staring
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| Not at me, but through instead
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| There’s an evil in her smile
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| That gets me high
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| What has happened here
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| She looks like she once could fly
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| You can see the fear
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| She looks like she once could fly
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| Until she dies
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| Dead
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| Dead
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| Dead
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| Dead
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| Every time her eyes are open
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| All she sees is blood and fear
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| Can only dream of jagged steel
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| Ripping her from ear to ear
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| Wishing more and more every day
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| To be dead and gone and free
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| Wishing more and more every day
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| To be a little dead fairy
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| Wreath of dead roses
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| Wrapped around her head
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| Blackened eyes staring
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| Not at me, but through instead
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| There’s an evil in her smile
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| That gets me high
|
| What has happened here
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| She looks like she once could fly
|
| You can see the fear
|
| She looks like she once could fly
|
| Until she dies
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| Dead
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| Dead
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| Dead
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| Dead
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| Wreath of dead roses
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| Wrapped around her head
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| Blackened eyes staring
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| Not at me, but through instead
|
| There’s an evil in her smile
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| That gets me high
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| Dead… |