| Dead girl’s dance, they burn and twirl
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| Witch hunt, witch cunt, burn this girl
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| Dead girl’s dance they burn and twirl
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| Witch hunt, witch cunt, burn this girl
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| Dead girl’s dance they burn
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| I’m running out of air
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| There’s a carnival in the graveyard tonight
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| With the clouds that fall with poison
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| And they fall on my skin making tiny holes
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| Erasing my legacy
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| Nothing hurts, nothings right
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| I am nothing turning to the left
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| I get on a ride and the ride’s dark
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| And drive Nazi cars
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| And I am no longer afraid
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| Because I’ve held on so tight
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| That I’ve crushed them
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| I’ve crushed them, it covers me
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| And I try to find comfort in the darkness
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| Where I am no longer your misanthropic majesty
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| With only one match and one chance to burn
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| Only one
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| I’m burning
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| I’m fucking burning
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| Dead girl’s dance they burn they twirl
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| Witch hunt, witch cunt, burn this girl |