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Black Light |
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BurnsCover |
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Your Heart |
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And The Anvil |
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Pants OdyBlood |
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Red Head On |
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FireBlood |
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Red Head, |
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Blood Red |
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HeadBlood |
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Red Head, |
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Blood Red |
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HeadNo one knows who sent it |
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Or what it first was called |
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No one knows what made it |
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Or when it first was mauled |
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No one understands why |
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It burns, but never dies |
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One thing is for sure though |
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That burning bastard flies |
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Here comes the burning |
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Blood red, head on fire |
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As laser beams shoot |
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From the eyes of the choir |
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It doesn't need a body' |
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Cause it flies through the air |
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It's a blood red head on fire |
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And it doesn't care |
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If you think you're badass |
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And you try to stand your ground |
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It will look into your eyes |
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And make its awful sound |
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Then it will suddenly fly at you |
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And hit you in your head or chest |
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And your body will desintergrate |
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Because the |
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Blood Red |
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Head's the best |
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Here comes the burning |
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Blood red, head on fire |
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As laser beams shoot |
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From the eyes of the choir |
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It doesn't need a body' |
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Cause it flies through the air |
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It's a blood red head on fire |
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And it doesn't care |
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Razor sharp fangs in a gross mouth |
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Yellow burning eyes, surprise |
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Gordy cauliflower ears |
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And talons growing out of its face |
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Eight feet off the ground |
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And moving fast and looking down |
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The people scatter as the foul death spreads |
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You may think |
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Duke LionCould defeat this awful foe |
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Well you may be right |
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Becuause they fought about a week ago |
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The Blood |
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Red Head on fire |
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Was immune to |
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Duke's fire balls |
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So Duke Lion gave up and went on |
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A quest for the |
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Ice Sword of |
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GaultryHere comes the burning |
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Blood red, head on fire |
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As laser beams shoot |
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From the eyes of the choir |
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It doesn't need a body' |
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Cause it flies through the air |
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It's a blood red head on fire |
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And it doesn't care |
