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Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from Heaven
(When they get to you)
When a boy is still a worm
It's hard to learn the number seven
(But when they get to you)
5 6 7 8 never
(It's the first thing that they do)
7 8 9 10 hate
(When they get to you)
4 3 2 1 never get to seven
Each time I look outside my mother dies
I feel my back is changing shape
(When they get to you)
When the worm consumes the boy
It's never, ever, considered rape
(When they get to you)
I wish I had [Inaudible]
(It's the first thing that they do)
I wish I had [Inaudible]
(When they get to you)
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
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