She's got control of you,
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and you love it
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Controlling the pain of you,
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with the palm of her hand
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Yeah she's got control of you,
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and you need it
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She comes in red,
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with a linen dress
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Who knew
|
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The door opens up,
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and lets some light in
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Someone calls,
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and takes the blindfold off
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You are home,
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to see a woman standing
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Someone holds to knock you out,
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Who knew
|
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A heavy beating,
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the pounding of your heart
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You start to sweat,
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and you scream out
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Something black answers back,
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from the dungeon,
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and you smile
|
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The curtain surrounds you,
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you begin to forget
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The hammer cracks
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the iron core of your mind
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18 Years
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| The Black Angels |
