I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed
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you gave me shoes and pretty clothes, and i gave you what i had between my legs
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Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said
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"I'm gonna be your right of passage, so boy you better spread, spread em"
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You said.."run run run as fast as you can but you cant run run from the childcatcher's hands"
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I wrote your name in my shit across the town to warn the kids of your bloodshed
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when i chased you with a burning cross, my mother she wanted you dead
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she said "run run run as fast as you can but you cant run run from our law given hand"
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you said
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"well i've got no time for victims and i don't think it was all that bad
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and if you can't run to save yourself well then you deserve to be had
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this is the age of constipation, this is the age of martyrdom
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I think you even enjoyed it, I think I even saw you come"
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The Childcatcher
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Patrick Wolf |