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A startling sense of dislocation
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Pushed away by voodoo crap
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Spill your poison somewhere else
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Can't shake the needles from your back
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Guns and chains, emotional drains
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Cutting it down to size
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Captured by the Hindu curse
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That holds your mesmerized
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Slice my throat with stiletto knife
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To keep my burning hope alive
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The long black hair that smells like incense
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Turns to vipers in my mind
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Foul the pyramids with your presence
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Holding in your tiny claws
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The snakes that feed the witch with venom
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Too late, no time to withdraw
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Mambo witch
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Mambo witch
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Sounds of torture and moral exhaustion
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Barely concealed by telephone wires
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Heal the wounds, and lick the scars,
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Screw your eyes to read those stars
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She is fire, I am ice,
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Bound to burn at any price
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Mambo witch
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Mambo witch
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I want to kill you
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Mambo witch
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Mambo witch
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Mambo witch
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Mambo witch
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_________________
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Name Mambo Witch
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Artist A Split-Second
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Album ...From the Inside
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