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Chateau
04:12
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It's so funny to have been bewitched
Only to realize she's just a bitch
Now I'm as free as the wind that blows
One day she had an itch
That she scratched 'til it turned into a ditch
Now maybe it's because of the meth she put up her nose
I know what makes you tick
The mind behind them soft lips
and a heart just like a closed door
All the slaves that have been whipped
So you can sit on that chair upon which you sit
It's a shame you turned into such a chore
Why don't you take out that stick
That makes your smile look like a twitch
Instead of the joy that you pretend to know
I know I can be a prick
But that's because you make me sick
You're just a girl from the ghetto who thinks
she belongs in a chateau
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The Divine Light of Love
03:00
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She sings sad songs that make me weep
She sings happy songs that make me leap
But it's the timbre of her voice that cuts me so deep
She's got a smile that's got all you beat
She's got a heart that plays for keeps
and it's the way she talks that brings me to my knees
Let the divine light of love light your way
Let it guide you past the darkest parts of the day
Let it lead you to me and I'll ease the pain
Let the divine light of love lead you my way
I've got nothing but trouble on my mind
When it comes to this girl who likes the taste of wine
I can only hope that she's the wandering kind
It's sad luck days and God's evil ways
When the sun goes down and takes her away
I can only hope that one day she'll stay
Let the divine light of love light your way
Let it guide you past the darkest parts of the day
Let it lead you to me and I'll ease the pain
Let the divine light of love lead you my way
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The Silver Thread
03:22
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Death is coming from around the bend
The reaping skeleton has got two things in her hands
In one a sweet blade to cut the silver thread
and in the other a globe into which she'll gather her dead
She was a sweet sweet girl with a mind that curled
Like a snake writhing in bed
With a touch that would drive any man mad
Into a dream in which he wished they both were dead
He was a frail old man who had done just as he planned
With both feet his mind and his hands
But without his heart he was cold and lost in the dark
Crying and hoping that the suffering would soon end
Death is coming from around the bend
The reaping skeleton has got two things in her hands
In one a sweet blade to cut the silver thread
and in the other a globe into which she'll gather her dead
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The Fool's Road
04:06
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Thick as Thieves
02:27
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