| Cherub blown apart
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| baby’s in the bed
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| sit around and mope
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| better not
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| can’t be long from me Here they linger
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| probably in danger
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| read it on a flyer
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| glisten on the burner
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| king shows anger, «reign, man!»
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| he will deal with it later, send them away
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| send them away then
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| not gonna spank you
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| and we thank you from all of our hearts
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| send them away then
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| they’re developing rashes
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| down on the ashes
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| and after the body-parts
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| visiting down there
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| trying to cling there
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| it don’t mean a thing there
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| Warlock bought her,
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| animal’s little daughter
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| smiling in spite that she’s a spy
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| while she’s singing, an insect stinging
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| glowing, winging by if this one will call you like a tide
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| it can only breed alone
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| so alone it flys
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| to enslave you by the night
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| you can only weep alone
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| I’ll name you the flame that cries
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| Yeah we did it we brought you in this ready
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| takes a quick one to find the light
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| high speed child in motion
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| and you can’t come along for the ride
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| yeah we made it with a pitchfork and machete
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| wow, that’s amazing, can I try?
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| no dangerous weather is approaching
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| and we wouldn’t want you to slide
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| Visiting down there
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| trying to cling there
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| it don’t mean a thing there |