| Just on the edge of 16
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| Inside her something obscene
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| Speaking in tongues that are unknown
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| Her body in contortions
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| Her face out of proportion
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| An evil swallowing her soul
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| The demon has a name
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| The prophesies proclaim
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| She’ll bring strife to us
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| There’s no way to win this, we must
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| Tie her up — Lock her in
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| She’ll tempt us all into sin
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| She is possessed by Polterchrist
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| Must hide her and bind her
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| Temper the bad inside her
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| She will become the Polterchrist
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| Her power can not be tamed
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| Her keepers driven insane
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| The gates of hell about to break
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| The demon has a name
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| The prophesies proclaim
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| She’ll bring strife to us
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| There’s no way to win this, we must
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| Tie her up — Lock her in
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| She’ll tempt us all into sin
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| She is possessed by Polterchrist
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| Must hide her and bind her
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| Temper the bad inside her
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| She will become the Polterchrist
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| Objects are elevating, circling in the air
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| The bed is levitating, now we should beware
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| She’s rising, she’s rising
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| Tie her up — Lock her in
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| She’ll tempt us all into sin
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| She is possessed by Polterchrist
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| Must hide her and bind her
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| Temper the bad inside her
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| She will become the Polterchrist |