| A pearl for a heart and
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| Buttons for the eyes
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| Stuffed inside with cloves and spices
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| Chant your words in the night
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| With needle and thread
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| Sewn together your strange devices
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| But I don’t feel these pins and needles
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| These pins and needles
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| You have no power here
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| No I don’t feel you anymore
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| The black magic can’t control me
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| And no curse can let you own me
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| There’s nothing you can do or say
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| I’m just gonna do it anyway
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| So go ahead and carve your candle
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| With love I will burn the white handle
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| This is my life after all
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| I’m not your voodoo doll
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| With your old book of spells
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| And strands of my hair
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| You whisper the incantation
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| It’s your remote control
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| Over my heart and soul
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| My behavior is your creation
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| But I don’t feel these pins and needles
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| These pins and needles
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| You have no power here
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| No I don’t feel you anymore
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| I’m not your voodoo doll
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| …voodoo doll
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| I don’t belong to anyone
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| I’m not a puppet with my strings in your hand
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| I don’t belong to anyone
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| I won’t obey your commands
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| …voodoo doll
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| I’m not your voodoo doll
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| …voodoo doll
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| …voodoo doll |