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On Graveyard Hill
Available on:Lyrics: And when the moon grows smaller Donna picks out a flower Gives her a witchy power There in the witching hour In the witching hour
Donna’s taking her potion Eating all my devotion Fucking up my emotion In the witching hour Donna picks her a flower In the witching hour
On the graveyard hill She’s calling out her curse I’m taking my last breath With each chapter and each verse And soon I will be killed
In the poisonous forest Donna lights up her torches Her eyes are flying saucers Her hair is black and gorgeous
I see her down at the crossroads She can lead you to madness She’s leading me into darkness In the witching hour In the witching hour In the witching hour
On the graveyard hill She’s calling out her curse I’m taking my last breath With each chapter and each verse And soon I will be killed
On the graveyard hill She’s calling out her curse I’m taking my last breath With each chapter and each verse And soon I will be killed
And soon I will be killed
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