| She wears the sign of the reaper
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| Typhoid runs in her blood
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| Her hands touch you so gently
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| She wears the sign of the reaper
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| Typhoid runs in her blood
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| Her hands touch you so gently
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| A toxic touch and a virus you’ll get
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| Typhoid Mary
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| Bringer of disease. |
| Good riddance of the weak
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| Typhoid Mary
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| Everyone’s deceased. |
| Angel of disease
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| Typhoid Mary
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| Bringer of disease. |
| Typhoid Mary feeds on the weak
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| I stare into the eyes of a soulless divine
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| I stare into the eyes of a soulless divine
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| She wears the sign of the reaper
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| She is a child of the night
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| Her only goal is harvesting souls
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| Poisoned blood, her grip on your throat
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| Typhoid Mary
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| Bringer of disease. |
| Good riddance of the weak
|
| Typhoid Mary
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| Everyone’s deceased. |
| Angel of disease
|
| Typhoid Mary
|
| Bringer of disease. |
| Typhoid Mary feeds on the weak
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| I stare into the eyes of a soulless divine
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| I stare into the eyes of a soulless divine
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| I stare into the eyes of Typhoid Mary
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| I stare into the eyes of the dead. |