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[Verse 1]
She walks in slow, like a storm that won’t break,
Got eyes like ash and a mouth full of ache,
Dressed to kill, in some kind of spell,
She’ll kiss your lips, then drag you through hell.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need your love, don’t want your name,
She lights the match and walks through...
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