Carry me away into your spirit
I can't live my own troubles
I've got nothing left to fear but the wilderness
I saw a man sitting from the uh, uh, uh
He's got [these colored teeth, she had?] severed head
And six hundred teeth, and six hundred
And six hundred, and six hundred
Severed head on the mental guillotine
Life of blasphemy, a room full of kings' severed heads
And six hundred teeth
Carry me away into your spirit
I can't live my own troubles
I've got nothing left to fear but the wilderness
I saw a man sitting from the uh, uh, uh
He's got [these colored teeth, she had?] severed head
And six hundred teeth, and six hundred
And six hundred, and six hundred
And six hundred, and six hundred
And six hundred, and six hundred
And six hundred, and six hundred
And six hundred, and six hundred teeth
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