| I fell in love with a blue faced girl as I fell to my knees at the crossroads
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| She descended to earth in a plastic bubble speaking in tongues of false prophets
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| Ugly as sin and possessed beyond hope we made love as we flew through the sky
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| Cursed to one day crash and burn because we fly so goddamned high
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| To my surprise she was a witch from Salem, Massachusetts
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| A high priestess of the occult in the church of Satan
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| A demon and unholy ghost, the parasite had found its host
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| Inside the cold and vacant soul of this one and only love
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| Between the devil and deep blue sea
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| The story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy
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| This is a love song for a witch
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| A romantic remembrance for
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| This is a love song for a witch
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| This is a love song for a witch
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| A romantic remembrance for
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| This is a love song for a witch
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| Spinning crucifixes on the bedroom wall of the possessed
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| As words appear in blood like deep incisions on her chest
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| Her head gyrates and turns three hundred and sixty degrees
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| As poison apples in the garden fall down from the trees
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| Between the devil and deep blue sea
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| The story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy
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| Between the devil and deep blue sea
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| The story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy
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| This is a love song for a witch
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| A romantic remembrance for
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| This is a love song for a witch
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| This is a love song for a witch
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| A romantic remembrance for
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| This is a love song for a witch |