This is a story about greed
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Finding a person no one needs
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She's a shell
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You can call her the cousin from Hell
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Started the day our grandma died
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Honoured her standing side by side
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Who could know
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That all time she was playing a role of a lady in grief
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I Always thought she was a saint
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Things ain't the same in daylight as IN THE NIGHT
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I Always thought she was a friend
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Things ain't what they appear
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At funeral day she brought her clan
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People that didn't care at all
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They were there
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Just to see if there were any threats
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After the ceremony, they left
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Convinced that the things they've done may rest
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They were wrong
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The old woman had something to show them that's shaken their souls
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I Always thought she was a saint
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Things ain't the same in daylight as IN THE NIGHT
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I Always thought she was a friend
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Things ain't what they appear
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Where have you got your greed from? Our side of the family, no way!
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Surely from someone we all know. I think when this case is over
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If you win or lose doesn't matter. I hope you'll be conscious of one's guilt
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I Always thought she was a saint
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Things ain't the same in daylight as IN THE NIGHT
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I Always thought she was a friend
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Things ain't what they appear
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Shame on you IN THE NIGHT, bitch!
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The Unchosen One
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Dream Evil |