| He wasn’t found but he has a grave
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| She couldn’t bear giving him up, ever
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| Not even death could stand in the way
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| No matter what she’d keep them together
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| No one could see her hide him
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| Her mind’s at ease
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| She can only feel desire
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| For the deceased
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| D-E-A-D cadaver love
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| How can love be a bad thing
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| D-E-A-D cadaver love
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| Is there no understanding her?
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| Last friday night she went out alone
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| She took her tools and her cruel intentions
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| Her leather jacket with skull and bones
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| Observing prey from her dark dimension
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| No one can see her stalking
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| Her mind’s at ease
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| She can only feel desire
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| For the deceased
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| D-E-A-D cadaver love
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| How can love be a bad thing
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| D-E-A-D cadaver love
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| Is there no understanding her?
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| Cadaver lover, cadaver lover
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| She’ll never love you alive
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| Cadaver lover, cadaver lover
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| To love her is to die
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| D-E-A-D cadaver love
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| How can love be a bad thing
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| D-E-A-D cadaver love
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| Is there no understanding
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| D-E-A-D cadaver love
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| How can love be a bad thing
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| D-E-A-D cadaver love
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| Is there no understanding her? |