If you want to know how
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To fly high, then go now
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To the place where all the concubines...
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Meet and converse with them
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Marvel at their pale skin
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Wonder how they chew on their pointy...
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Teeth and hair are beauty
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They know it's their duty
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To be countess in their hearts and their...
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Minds that have to whisper
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See in them a sister
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Look into their eyes and you'll become
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Transylvanian Concubine.
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You know what flows here like wine.
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Stay here with us, it's just time.
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Transylvanian Concubine.
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Sorrow is their master
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Cackling with laughter
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Now he's having just one piece of...
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Cakey is their make-up
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Catholics try to shake up
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All the things that form their lives, but they're...
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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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Candelabra's 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
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Always to feel hunted
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You can never be too rich or too...
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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?
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Transylvanian Concubine
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| Marilyn Manson |
