Come on then, sing
My master has the slayers sister at
I'm under your spell.
God how can this me,
Playing with my
I've got a theory, that it's a demon, a dancing
I live my life in shadow, never the sun on
I died so many years ago,
You can make me feel
Like
Why'd you run away,
Don't you like my style?
Why don't you
Every single night, the same arrangment,
I go out and
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from
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