| Show us your bones son, skeleton ghosts that you hide
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| So said the witches who were children of an Indian tribe
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| They found you lying at the side of the road
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| And your eyes showed the dark to your soul
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| Chorus:
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| First my heart began to race
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| Then my hands began to shake
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| Then we laid naked in the rain
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| We woke the birds and were vampired by the sun to the east
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| And we slept in gardens where the flowers bloom the devilish seeds
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| They found you lying at the side of the road
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| And your eyes showed the dark to your soul |