There's a flame in the desert at the foot of the hills
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And there's a circle in the sand where the water spills
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There's a line up the spine of the girl in black
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And it rips through her dress at the small of her back
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She's been waiting there to take you through that door
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So you can lay her down on the cavern floor
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And you'll see the same flame burning in her eyes
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As you smear your stink across her inner thighs
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You couldn't leave well enough alone
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You hold your heart like it's made out of stone
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You couldn't leave well enough alone
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Alone alone alone
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She slithers through the snow like a snake but she's still
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And she comes floating through the window without touching the sill
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She prefers to make an entrance without using the door
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And she'll be standing on your bed before she crosses the floor
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She's a will-o'-the-wisp as she's swinging her hips
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Her breath is like a worm spinning silk from her lips
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And tonight spook lights will be seen from your room
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And you and her and Jack and I are swimming in gloom
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You couldn't leave well enough alone
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You hold your heart like it's made out of stone
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You couldn't leave well enough alone
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Alone alone alone
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[x3]
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The Girl In Black
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| Black Light Burns |
