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In the wasteland on the way to the red queenIt's no wonder our stage clothes have dreams to befamous.The trees in the courtyard are painted in blood, soI've heard.SHe hangs the headless upside down to drain.Eat me, drink me eat me, drink meThis is only a game, this is only a gameI was invited to a beheading todayI thought I was a butterfly next to your flameA rush of panic and the lock has been rapedThis is only a game, this is only a game(Nakarat)But then our star rushes in,Feeling like a child and looking like a womanShe has been forecast with an attempt to kill herselfBut the ending didn't test wellI was invited to a beheading todayI thought I was a butterfly next to your flameA rush of panic and the lock has been rapedThis is only a game, this is only a gameEat me, drink me eat me, drink meThis is only a game, this is only a gameBut then our star rushes in,Feeling like a child and looking like a womanShe has been forecast with an attempt to kill herselfBut the ending didn't test wellSo picking my skin and my scalesI see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blankstareI see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blankstareEat me, drink me eat me, drink meThis is only a game, this is only a game
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