| Halloween is here with me, you left it in this home
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| Stitches on my body, closets full of bones
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| Blood that won’t stop running, ‘cause this wound won’t ever clot
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| Like the ringing in my ears that don’t ever seem to stop
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| I hear voices from the basement, scratching on the roof
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| Seeing visions of you wasted, mumbling to the moon
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| Conjuring some darkness from the shadows in your room
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| Where I sold my hallelujah, when I laid my soul in you
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| Love ain’t nothing more than black magic
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| You better want what you wish for
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| It might happen
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| Day awakes the night, and then I die for what I’ve done
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| Asphyxiating slow below an ugly setting sun
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| I try to breathe, but yellow smoke keeps burning up my lungs
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| I found the words to say, but they just blister on my tongue
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| Love ain’t nothing more than black magic
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| You better want what you wish for
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| It might happen
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| I drank your poison
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| Fell under your spell
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| Love is hell and nothing more than black magic
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| Love is like a bag of drugs, it blows out both your knees
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| Innocence gets tangled when you hang it on a string
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| Both our eyes were foggy glass, too high to ever see
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| The devil’s sleight of hand, twisting fate with ancient ink
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| ‘Cause love ain’t nothing more than black magic
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| You better want what you wish for
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| It might happen
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| I drank your poison
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| Fell under your spell
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| Love is hell and nothing more than black magic
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| You better want what you wish for
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| It might happen |