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 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 Now Im here to stay i cant get away Cross her path and she will tempt you But dont believe the lie Her care for life has been exempted Shed rather watch you die Shes a creature of the cold Dead girl breathing dust Preying on the weak of soul Taking what she must I died in my summertime Finger nails of razorblades Teeth of cold steel Body made in heaven ANd a mind thats straight from hell
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