| She’s over by my place as decoration
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| I preserved her face for inspiration
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| Flashlights from authorities
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| Lanterns brighten up the scene
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| Familiar faces of the long dead
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| The Mad Butcher goes bump in the night
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| And loneliness
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| It makes nights endless
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| The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight
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| It incubates my grief and madness
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| And sometimes
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| I end up with a deadache
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| I end up with a deadache
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| I can’t feel myself I’m sinking deeper
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| Mother’s not really gone, I’m dressing in her
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| Dusty musty shrine to Ma
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| Boards the doors so she’ll keep long
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| There’s no way that she’ll be leaving me
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| The Mad Butcher goes bump in the night
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| And loneliness
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| It makes nights endless
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| The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight
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| It incubates my grief and madness
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| And sometimes
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| I get a deadache yeah
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| Sometimes
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| I get a deadche yeah
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| Sometimes
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| In November I lost my family
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| They took away all my friends and blamed insanity
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| The Mad Butcher goes bump in the night
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| And loneliness
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| It makes nights endless
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| The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight
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| It incubates my grief and madness
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| And sometimes, sometimes
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| The Mad Butcher goes bump in the night
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| And loneliness
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| It makes nights endless
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| The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight
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| It incubates my grief and madness
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| And sometimes I end up with a deadache
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| I end up with a deadache
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| I end up with a deadache
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| I end up with a deadache
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| Deadache
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| Deadache |