Moving on without a care
I always made them cry
Untill I met the girl so fair
Then my summertime died
Her lullaby a wicked one
Fall asleep and die
When she opens up her door
You will go inside
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She thrilled me, She killed me
All with a bat of her eye
She used me up and put me away
I met her in my summertime
And now I'm here to stay
I can't get away
Cross her path and she will tempt you
But don't believe the lie
Her care for life has been exempted
She'd rather watch you die
She's a creature of the cold
Dead girl breathing dust
Preying on the weak of soul
Taking what she must
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I died in my summertime
Finger nails of razorblades
Teeth of cold steel
Body made in heaven
And a mind that's straight from hell