You tried to spit at the sun, put it out like a burning ember.
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She has a porcelain soul.
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As you crawl under the moon.
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Make this bed and sleep forever.
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She has a porcelain soul 'cause the life you live is less than alive.
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As they scream, "let them burn," you know she'll burn at the hands of your kin.
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As they scream, "let them burn," you know you won't forgive them
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She crawls through the dirt like a four legged spider.
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He's there laying beside her.
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When the serpents tongue is wrapped around her neck.
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"let them burn,"
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"let them burn,"
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And he knows that she died inside.
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And he knows.
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Open hands hold porcelain souls into the eyes of a traitor.
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I still see a believer.
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The witness is here.
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She's a witch and I love her.
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Buy back her soul with the blood of the savior.
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Is it too much to forgive?
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The witness is here.
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Open hands hold porcelain souls.
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She falls to her knees and she begs for forgiveness as the Heavens open their gates.
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The wood burns and the fire blazes, but he bought back her soul with the blood of the savior
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Porcelain
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| Haste The Day |
