| If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs
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| Would you still love me anyway?
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| If you’re bound and you’re gagged, draped and displayed
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| Would you still love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs
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| Would you still love me anyway?
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| If you’re bound and you’re gagged, draped and displayed
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| Would you still love me, love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Go!
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| Cutting with the knife, blood is spilling everywhere
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| She will be my wife, secondary spine
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| Incisions must be accurate, I know just what to do
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| My hands are trembling, I can’t spare to slip up with this knife
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| Her beauty so illogical, the beast come gliding in
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| Hideous chameleon stripped down to her skin
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| Dance to the burning flame, pleasure exhumes the pain
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| The night bursts into flames
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| Dance, Helena, dance, oh
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| If I cut off your arms and I cut off your legs
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| Would you still love me anyway?
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| There’s a spot on the floor where your limbs used to be
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| And I close the door on my fantasies
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Why don’t you love me anyway?
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| Helena! |