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And everyday she lives out another love song
Youre up there enjoying yourself, and I know it's wrong
Well how can you miss what youve never possessed
Miss macbeth
Sometimes people are just what they appear to be
With no redemption at all
We try to walk upright when we can't even crawl
Miss macbeth has a gollywog she chucks under
The chin and she whispers to it tenderly then sticks it on a pin
And it might be coincidence, but a boy down
The lane, that she said went white as he could do, then doubled over in pain