| She was the thorn on the rose
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| She was the wicked in the dreams
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| She was the beauty (beauty)
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| And her funeral was like an angel’s
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| They cried they mourned and screamed
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| Remembered a pale face
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| Her golden hair but her heart was made of stone
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| Like an angel’s funeral
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| They sang for her
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| But i cursed her
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| I killed her
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| I put the dagger in her heart
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| Like she put it in my soul
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| My beautiful angel
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| Sleep now
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| Sleep now
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| This is your funeral
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| My beautiful angel
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| Sleep now
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| Sleep now
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| This is your funeral
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| She was the thorn on the rose
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| She was the wicked in the dreams
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| She was the beauty (beauty)
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| And her funeral was like an angel’s |