She knows - about all the evil in this world
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She knows - what blackness lurks in our souls
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She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip
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Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip
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She makes me feel like a king
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She is the reasoning that makes life swing
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She says - come on and swing away from blue
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She says - don't yeild to it's atmospheric hue
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She's got the power to make things turn out right
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Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night
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She makes me feel like a king
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She is the reasoning that makes life swing
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Eyes limped and pools of passion
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Lips of deepest darkest damson
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Fingers probing show white skin
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Like a leather disciplinary
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Looking rather predatory
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Like an emissary of sin
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She knows - we've got nothing more to lose
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She knows - we're dancing in a dead mans shoes
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She says let's check out of this haunted hotel
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Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell
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She makes me feel like a king
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She is the reasoning that makes life swing
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She makes me feel like a king
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She is the reasoning that makes life swing
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She drags my world awake
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She
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| The Damned |
