Letra de Mary Bell - Lisa Miskovsky

Mary, I�m so sorry
Your hands were taken of 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 unberable

And 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
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Minutes passed and Gabriel he laughed
"You're soul 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

So please come and see me
I�m too predictable
Please come and see me
Mary, you�re so predictable