| We found an old doll that was out in the grass,
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| She had special powers, we said a Black Mass.
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| We sat in a circle all holding hands. |
| The
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| Doll-bed held together with old rubberbands.
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| She’ll rise,
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| she’ll rise,
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| she’ll rise…
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| Oh, Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
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| She’s so pretty all layed out in white.
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| Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
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| When we need her, she’ll rise to the light…
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| We looked down at the ground and into her eyes.
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| Passed around an old teacup filled up with dead flies.
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| Surprise, surprise!
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| Were brought but not used, a collection of knives.
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| We’d remember this moment for all of our lives.
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| She’ll rise,
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| she’ll rise,
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| she’ll rise…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh, Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
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| She’s so pretty all layed out in white.
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| Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
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| When we need her, she’ll rise to the light.
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| Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
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| It’s a flickering, beautiful sight.
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| Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
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| When we need her, she’ll rise to the light. |