| I was a fool to take your heart
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| I was a fool to want more than a part
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| And I was a fool to be led on
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| And I should have known when I sang you my song
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| And I was a fool when I tripped on your crown
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| Ran into the woods, I hunted you down
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| I was a fool on my own
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| Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home
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| I was a fool when I carried your corpse
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| Wet with my tears now, placed upon my horse
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| And I was fool without any course
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| If I couldn’t love you, I’d take something of yours
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| And I was a fool when I took out my knives
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| I did as the queen asked, but I kept the prize
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| I was a fool on my own
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| Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home
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| I was a fool for 40 years
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| I hid in my home and was haunted with fear
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| And each little shadow or deer in the woods
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| Made my poor heart race as fast as it could
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| I took out your heart when things got hard
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| The country got quiet, I let down my guard
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| But the queen had a witch who had sent her through time
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| She came in the night, and she took out my eyes
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| I was a fool on my own
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| Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home
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| I was a fool on my own |