| Hold me near
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| All I wanted was your love my dear
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| I would call for you, but you weren’t there
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| Now I hunt you with my knife and spear
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| Her name was Akira, and she was the best
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| At sticking pins and needles and bleeding out the flesh
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| Of people, that, annoyed her the most
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| In the shadow of the mountain, she was but a ghost
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| She haunted all the village folk, they stayed in the light
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| Shielding themselves in their cabins at night
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| Their doors barricaded, windows shaded, ever doomed
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| Cattle for the slaughter, waiting in their rooms
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| She broke in a cellar, and drank all the wine
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| And awoke to find she hadn’t been alone that night
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| Embarrassed, Her money and blade were gone
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| Pissed off and angry, she knew who’d done her wrong
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| Hold me near
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| All I wanted was your love my dear
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| I would call for you, but you weren’t there
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| Now I hunt you with my knife and spear
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| He sits in the darkness, robe across his chest
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| A smile laced with arrogance, chain on his breast
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| It glimmers in the moonlight, disappeared when silence broke
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| Barely seeing through the haze of cigarette smoke
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| Ice in his tumbler, swirling in his hand
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| Shifts in his position and turns to face the man
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| Who caught his attention when he felt his presence
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| A scent so familiar, a sweet vanilla essence
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| When the man spoke, he had a beautiful tone
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| Softly on the consonants and rounded on the o’s
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| The figure, moved, under the light
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| Then did he see it was Akira that night
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| And she sliced him to pieces with a knife
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| Hold me near
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| All I wanted was your love my dear
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| I would call for you, but you weren’t there
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| Now I hunt you with my knife and spear |