| Raining rings of roses from above, from above
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| Soda froth is from her lips
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| Dripping down onto her satin slip, ugly shit
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| Snowgirl, melting in the sun
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| You made a fool of everyone
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| And as you flow into the sea
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| You turn the tide of luck for me
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| Weaving little webs of peace
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| Velvet vulpine in her golden fleece, golden fleece
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| Silver sheep to cross her palms
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| Deformed dandies decorate her arms, with their charms
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| Snowgirl, melting in the sun
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| You made a fool of everyone
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| And as you flow into the sea
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| You turn the tide of luck for me
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| And everything I touch turns to gold, to gold
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| And everybody I’ve touched I have sold
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| Where is my soul
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| Where is my soul
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| Eyes of envy green that weep
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| Icy tears that fall on icy cheeks, icy cheeks
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| And when the witches gather round
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| Snowgirl’s just a pool upon the ground, on the ground
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| Snowgirl, melting in the sun
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| You made a fool of everyone
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| And as you flow into the sea
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| You turn the tide of luck for me
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| And everything I touch turns to gold, to gold
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| And everybody I’ve touched I have sold
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| Where is my soul
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| Where is my soul
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| Oh, Snowgirl |