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If you want to know how to fly high, |
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I can go now |
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To a place where all the concubines |
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Meet and converse with them, marvel at their pale skin |
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Wonder how they chew on their pointy |
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Teeth and hair are a beauty, they know it's their duty |
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To be countess in their hearts |
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Their minds that have to whisper, see in them a sister |
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Look into their eyes and you'll be in |
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Transylvanian concubine |
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You know, what flows there like wine |
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Sorrow is their master, cackling with laughter |
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Now, he's having just one piece of |
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Cakey is their make up, catholics try to shake up |
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All the things that form their lives |
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But they're dead, their sighs, their songs |
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They know what they do is wrong |
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Stay here with us, it's just time |
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Transylvanian concubine |
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Candelabras lighted, |
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Satan has been sighted |
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Never has there been an evening like |
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This is what they wanted, always to feel hunted |
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You can never be too rich |
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Or too thin the blood has run out |
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Fangs ruin any cute pout |
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Morning has come now they've flown |
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What have you learned from what has been shown? |
