if I live to see you again
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i'll take out my eyes
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with this I have no way, and in consequence want no sight
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i've tried my hardest to forget every connection
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always being the blind villain
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my end meets the old curse of death
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the last courtesy I give
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get the horses for your mistress
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there is a cliff, with sky high peaks
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make your way to the very brim of it
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stop it from every showing
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repair the misery
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give me your hand
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the departure of the thief and monster is far from over
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but everything is gonna be just fine
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everything will be just fine
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with robbers hands, cunning and false
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label him a thief, bring him before us
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bind fast his corky arms
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filthy traitor!
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hang him instantly
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pluck out his eyes
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rip the haunting smirk from his face
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may heaven help him, but only through its plagues
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for our means secure us
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for our means secure us and our defects prove our worth.
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give me your hand
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the departure of the thief and monster is far from over
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but everything is gonna be just fine
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everything will be just fine
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we live in fear and danger of them
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there delicate cheeks will turn to rotting flesh
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one day women will all become monsters
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One Day Women Will All Become Monsters
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| The Chiodos Bros. |
