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  • 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
  • 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