| «Don't let your lids black, oil down that attractant.»
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| That’s what you said once, outside your cell
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| We used to go out, chant the names of power
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| Let’s hit The Plough, now you’re back around
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| YHVH, now you broke out
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| No, it isn’t the first time you showed up
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| On the first of the month, asking me for your cut
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| And some virgin parchment you brought me to read
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| Why’d you pick a virgin over me?
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| That’s an adult situation you threw
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| At your childhood contemporary
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| I was never the witch that you made me to be
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| Still, you picked a virgin over me
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| Yeah, you picked a virgin over me
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| Yeah, you picked a virgin…
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| The Plough emptied out and that was enough
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| I slid towards the door but you started freaking the fuck out
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| Stop shaking, why are you freaking the fuck out?
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| You better stop 'cause it’s freaking me out
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| He wants to burn all my candles but it isn’t for love
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| He wants to burn it on his fingers but I’m not the one to give it
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| He wants sulfur and salt and my name on his arm
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| He wants to burn, he wants to burn
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| He wants to burn all my candles, no, that isn’t love
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| He wants to burn it on his fingers, he thinks I’m the one to give it
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| He wants sulfur and salt and so, he’s holding me down
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| He wants to burn and it’s freaking me out
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| He wants to burn and it’s freaking me out
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| He wants to burn and it’s freaking me out |