| Hey, ho, the nanny goats groan.
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| They fall in line. |
| They lock and they fold.
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| No kids at their teet so their milk turns cold.
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| Hey, ho, I fall in line too.
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| An enchanted bitch full of vice and rue.
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| Silk and spin, stitch and twine, and a mandrake root.
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| Does the spell release or do I fade too?
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| I wished I was dead
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| When you called me up and said,
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| «You let snakes in your bed.»
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| I wish my god’s law
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| Let me do that thing I want.
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| This depression’s not my fault.
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| Hey, look out, the tower’s on fire!
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| It’s the virgin priestesses feeding that pyre.
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| Wield an axe so sharp, shoot the blade in the dark.
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| Blood weddings only for my terrible heart.
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| I’ll tell you something I never should have said.
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| More than myself, I wish that snake dead.
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| Sell my soul to the devil if he brings me her head.
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| I wish I was dead.
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| Pump my chest full of lead.
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| Would you call on me again?
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| I wish my god’s law
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| Let me do that thing I want.
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| This depression’s not my fault.
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| Am I so invincible?
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| Cast the agate in the cauldron, melt my heart wound, curse my foes.
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| These dark arts tear the living apart.
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| Mouth shut, mumbled up.
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| I’m never gonna say the things I only wanna say.
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| The things I’m never gonna say:
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| «I wish I was dead with a bullet through my head.» |