Mary, I'm so sorry You're hands were taken of this crystal ball Close to heaven, far from seven angels, They believe your ovelord Steming pictures of their bodies Hunts to feed your vision Cold and unberable Dark, dark, darkness, Mary's heading for the golden bell Her coins were not good enough To throw in their wishing well, In their wishing well, They went to hell Closed her eyes and jumped Int the sea of Mr. loneliness And his companions But they couldn't keep her there Her light dissturbed the black and grey In their living room Minutes passed and Gabriel he laughed "You're sole is smelling oh so wonderful Mary, you're so beautiful, so predictable" His hands through her hair again, And then he left Dark, dark, darkness Mary's heading for the golden bell Her coins were not good enough To throw in their wishing well, In their wishing well, In their wishing well So please come and see me, I'm to predictable Please come and see me, Mary, you're so predictable
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