At the doorstep it hung vertical
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No one noticed, cold like icicles
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That a tall man cut down the string
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And set me free
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He cut another down and set it free
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He cut another down
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He cut so hard he screamed
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In the closet picking clothes for me
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Nothing pink though, it won't fit the theme
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That a pale man looked sad and had
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Done closed my eyes
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He cut another down and it was me
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He cut another down
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He cut another down
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He cut another down and it was me
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He cut another down
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He cut another down
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Hunger, it beats you to the line
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It's teeth are chattering
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That little beat skips out of time
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So simple and cold
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Repeat Chorus 2 three times
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Pale Man
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The Vincent Black Shadow |