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She’s driving down this golden road in her cadillac

She’s got my soul in the bathroom where she

She tells it secrets of what might have been

Special secrets of what might have been

And the fire still burns and the witch still screams

And the fire still burns and the witch still screams

And the fire still burns and the witch still screams

And the fire still burns and the witch still

Screams.

One-eyed Jack speaks to her through the sheets in a

Small town

It’s in, it’s in a small town, small town, small

Town

And the heart still crushes

And the cage gets shut

And the witch still screams

And the wax still lays on our pillow

The wax, the wax, it still lays on our pillow

The wax, the wax, it still lays on our pillow

Our pillow, our pillow, our pillow, our pillow

It still lays, it still lays, it still lays

And the knife still cuts cuz things if not true should

Not be said

They should not be said, not be said, not be said

So vomit will stain and vomit will stink

Cuz just like from the beginning to the end

Two only know the truth and that’s why

That’s why lies are great things to them

That’s why, that’s why, that’s why lies are

Lies are great things to, to, to, to them

That’s why, that’s why, that’s why, that’s why

Lies are great things to, to, to, to them

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