Leaving the throne behind our princess is found anew
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Strung up in a bedpost webbing. in this romance of spiders
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We love, like spiders
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You won¡¯t feel a thing
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She had a run in with the doctor of fishes
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Now she smiles like a princess, legs behind her head
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A doctor stands accused of painting the roses red
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Off with his head. Off with his head
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Doctors. Cameras. Loved ones. Unhand her
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Behold the site of our villain in peril
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This doctors hand in her. She is fucked by a million viewers
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So smile big for the cameras. We¡¯re sending this one home
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These eight legs have dug their way in. Has it made you whole?
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The Story Of The Curious Oysters
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Fear Before The March Of Flames |