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JACK OFF JILL
A witch will burn when she's thrown into the fire Not her she'll peel and writhe but never expire She crawls on webs of lies I die up inside her to take what's mine that bitch the cinnamon spider I won't try and every time I tell that lie I live without guilt and I won't cry and I hope you love your life and live with your guilt Consumed by hate and guilt She'll never retire too old to fix too dead to ever acquire slit wrists - talk shit But she will never inspire a plan to save herself the cinnamon spider I won't try and every time I tell that lie I live without guilt and I won't cry and I hope you love your life and live with your guilt bite heads off those who fail and try to imply her forlorn despised I am the cinnamon spider I won't try and every time I tell that lie I live without guilt and I won't cry and I hope you love your life and live with your guilt and I am fine and I'll learn to take what's mine and live without guilt Oh yeah
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