| Here come the swooping hawks
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| Down blocks we’ve all forgotten
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| Clutching old friends in their talons
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| Down from the sky
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| To the way back of his mind
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| To pick it clean, to leave nothing behind
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| They go from high school to high class
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| To higher than highnesses
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| They’re casting spells
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| Can’t you tell we’re helpless?
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| Hard to recover
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| For the dusty antique lover
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| But for one thing, there is always another
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| Demon daughter, they’re all partners
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| Heads together, summon their fathers
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| And all Hell’s fury, judge and jury
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| You better hurry, get him off his back
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| All the red, red eyes are up in the sky
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| And the figures they belong to
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| Are preparing to dive
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| Yeah, they were fast as the speed of light
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| Whistling by me
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| And they took him down
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| It was ever so gently
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| Demon daughters, so hot and bothered
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| Burning irons don’t get much hotter
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| It boils up his head all over his bed
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| You better hurry, get him off his back
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| I found him under
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| A mountain of blankets
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| And he was shaking
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| It’s what they fostered
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| A child, a monster
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| His head looked crooked
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| Then shook and shattered
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| You bastards!
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| You hatched her!
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| You hatched her!
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| So, they have finally broken that pumping organ
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| Playing old numbers on it again
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| Something dark and true
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| We all can sing to, I know the chorus
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| Now my brain’s turned black!
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| Demon daughters!
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| Demon! |
| Daughters!
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| (All the red, red eyes are up in the sky)
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| Demon daughters!
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| (And the figures they belong to are preparing to dive)
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| Demon! |
| Daughters!
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| (All the red, red eyes are up in the sky
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| Swooping hawks, down blocks we’ve all forgotten)
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| Demon daughters!
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| (And the figures they belong to are preparing to dive
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| Clutching old friends in their talons)
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| Back from whence you came! |