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Mary I'm so sorry that your hands were taken off this crystal ball Close to heaven, far from seven angels, they believe your overlord Steaming pictures of their bodies hunts to feed your vision cold and unbearable Dark, dark, darkness, mary's heading for the golden bell Her coins were not good enough to throw in their wishing well In their wishing well, they went to hell Closed her eyes and jumped into the sea of Mr Loneliness and his companions... But they couldn't keep her there her light disturbed the black and grey in their living room Minutes passed and gabriel he laughed you sould is smelling oh so wonderful Mary you're so beautiful so predictable, his hands through her hair again.. and then he left Dark, dark, darkness, mary's heading for the golden bell Her coins were not good enough to throw in their wishing well In their wishing well, in their wishing well, in their wishing well please come and see me, i'm too predictable please come and see me, mary you're so predictable From Letras Mania