| She was into darker things
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| Things I didn’t believe
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| I liked to live my life in reality
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| I knew she was a freak and more or less insane
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| But she had the darkest spell on me
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| In her words she told me I will soon be dead
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| From forces that I simply wouldn’t understand
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| Baby your are crazy what I always said to her
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| But one cold night she left her body and these words
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| Lay me beneath a graveyard tree and dig me a hole
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| Six feet down and west to east so I sing to the wind
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| Cover me in a red silk sheet and my body unclothed
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| Give me a vile of your blood around my neck and I
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| Will return again
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| Days turning into weeks and before I knew
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| Three solid years passed by
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| I kept thinking of the note
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| The note I didn’t believe
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| But it seemed to comfort me
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| I’m starting to hear whispers that carry in the wind
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| I can’t believe their real I can’t make out the words
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| They’re starting to get louder much harder to ignore
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| I thing they’re saying my name did her instruction work |