| Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
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| I think I know that little girl, I wonder where I’ve seen her before
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| In a cellar down below, I see the little girl playing with a boy
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| They’re having fun
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| In comes Daddy He’s in a rage
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| Screaming and yelling He’s not very nice
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| Cold as ice, an axe in his hand
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| Oh no, looks like he’s going insane
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| Pictures in red Pictures in red
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| The axe is coming down into his head
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| Pictures in red Pictures in red
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| The little boy is dead
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| Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
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| It must be a dream It must be a dream from below Oh
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| Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
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| 13 judges on a bench, the little boy is screaming: No, it’s a mistake
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| A suicide is what you are, the judges say You’re going down
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| You’re going down to Hell
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| Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
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| It must be a dream It must be a dream from below Oh
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| Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
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| I think I know that little girl, I wonder where I’ve seen her before
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| In a cellar down below, I see the little girl dressed in blood
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| And the blood is not her own
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| Looks like he’s going insane again
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| Pictures in red Pictures in red
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| Daddy’s hands are squeezing her neck
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| Pictures in red Little girl is dead
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| And Daddy’s got a hole in his head |