| It’s my kind of sunset, no sun at all
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| This soul ain’t ready, til I can hear the good captain call
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| Don’t you want a ransom, don’t you want a fortune in gold
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| Don’t you look so handsome, couldn’t you be bought and sold
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| Love will put a spell on you, what comes around is due
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| Love will put a spell on you, what comes around is due
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| I have been sleeping, a thousand years or more
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| A zen of variations, comes creeping under my door
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| It isn’t in a bottle, it isn’t it a fairy tale
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| It isn’t out in hiding, it isn’t love that’s up for sale
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| Love will put a spell on you, what comes around is due
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| Love will put a spell on you, what comes around is due
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| The House of Usher is falling, cover me with stones
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| When my moon is rising, you will hear thes shifting bones
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| Don’t you want a ransom, don’t you want a fortune in gold
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| Don’t you look so handsome, couldn’t you b bought and sold
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| Love will put a spell on you, what comes around is over due
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| Love will put a spell on you, what comes around is over due
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| Hey, spell on you put a spell on you
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| Spell on you, spell on you see me through
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| Spell on you, spell on you over due yeah
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| Spell on you, spell on you
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| Spell on you, spell on you
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| Spell on you, spell on you
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| Spell on you |