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The gypsy's eyes
They break my heart again
I need the prize
The darkness cries with hellfire in the wind
Oh
How she fries
Sending all the people down into the jar
I'm making twisters with my little frozen star
I'll steal her soul
Or she won't come back again
So tell your stones
The bells will toll while the devil's gonna win
Within my bones
Sending all the people down into the jar
I'm making twisters with my little frozen star
Sending all the people down down into the jar
I'm making twisters with my little frozen star
Sending all the people down down into the jar
I'm making twisters with my little frozen star