I remember the stories they used to tell me,
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about how beautiful and powerful she was.
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She was a goddess amongst mortal men.
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Every slight sound she made was a pure as an angel resting on her shoulder.
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Every whisper she spoke, brought passion and clarity
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to all those fortunate enough to hear her voice.
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But that is no longer. Those are just stories from the past.
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I see the way they treat her now, the way the disrespect and take advantage of her.
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They used her for their own personal gain, success and fame.
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They tricked her into thinking it was all done for love,
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But really, it was done for money.
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They say money is the root of all evil, but I know its people.
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It's people who have carried out these treacherous crimes against her.
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It is people who have tried to suck, and nearly drained the blood of her soul.
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Her name is Music. She was once innocent, perfect.
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But now I fear for the worst.
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The day they drained her of all her blood, will be the day Music dies.
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Intro (Blood Music)
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Dead Celebrity Status |