| I was an accident, my mother was surprised
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| Spent the last twenty years living in disguise
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| Hiding my identity from all the prying eyes
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| Trying to make a life of fabricated lies
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| I was only seven when my family was deceased
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| Just a skinny bugger, but the crowd wants a feast
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| They all took a bite, there’s nothing left at least
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| That’s how it seems to the brides of the beast
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| The sudden thud, the spurt of blood
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| The sound of crunching bone
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| Bring me your blood tonight at ten
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| I’m falling in love with myself again
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| Said I was responsible for other people’s lives
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| Said that I was lethal with guns and clubs and knives
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| But I knew they belonged to me
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| Each one was my bride
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| None of them went quietly, each one gave his cry |