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The eve of my collapse, |
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I was feeling slightly murderous, |
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So I intercepted |
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Cupid's arrow, |
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With passion and precision, |
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I severed the pig's head |
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Chorus: Its the way she looks at me, |
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And possesses me to collect the head of anyone, |
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Collect the head of those who look her way, |
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Its the way her whispers seem to kiss my ear, |
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I'd collect the head of anyone, |
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Collect the head of those graced by her voice. |
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Her mournful screams were like a melody, |
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Of unimaginable beauty, |
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I forced her hand in mine, |
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As we danced to her song of lament. |
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Oh how I reveled in the gratification, |
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This slaying of a most loathesome one. (Chorus) |
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Dance, dance with me tonight, |
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So you may see what our "truest" love has made of me. (Chorus X2) |
