Standard (EADGBE)

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Death she must have been your will

 A bone beneath the reaper’s veil

With your voice my belly sunk,

 And I began to feel so drunk

Candle candle on my clock

 Oh lord I must have heard you...

 ....knock me out of bed, as the flames licked my head

 and my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack

 It was real, and I repent all those messages you sent

 clear as day, but in the night

 Oh I couldn’t get it right

Here is the church and here is the steeple

Open the doors there are the people

And all their little hearts at ease

For another week’s disease

And eagle eagle talon scream

I never once left in between

I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents

Down my throat into the pit, with my head upon a spit

Oh reverend please, can I chew your ear? I've become what I most fear

And I know there’s no such thing as ghosts, but I have seen the demon host

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