| She woke the dead, her passion painted in red
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| Yeah, she taught us how to scream
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| With eyes sewn shut and salt in our cuts
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| Our bodies made to bleed
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| Her wrists are tied, a blade of fortune insane
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| And she’s so very grateful
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| Bring out the pain, will she oblige?
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| That willing hand, lay your body down
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| Bring out the pain, will you survive?
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| That willing hand, lay your body down
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| You gotta live in a world so strange
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| I wanna live in a world so very fucking strange
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| My lady dominate
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| Show the world how to love that shame
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| And teach us all to feel
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| With a whip so sharp, tear us apart
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| And a subject of sorrow and fear
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| Her wrists are tied, a blade of fortune insane
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| And she’s so very grateful
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| Bring out the pain, will she oblige?
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| That willing hand, lay your body down
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| Bring out the pain, will you survive?
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| That willing hand, lay your body down
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| Bring out the pain, will she oblige?
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| That willing hand, lay your body down
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| Bring out the pain, will you survive?
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| That willing hand, lay your body down
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| You gotta live in a world so strange
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| I wanna live in a world so very fucking strange
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| I wanna live in a world so strange
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| I wanna live in a world so strange
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| I wanna live in a world so strange |