The Imaginary Stigma - Lenore's waiting
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Her little house upon a hill
Is made of bones and bloody still
Is situated in front of graveyard
And every goth shows her regard
Lenores waiting!
Lenores waiting!
All pets are dead
And she is so happy
Because of that
They look so ugly
Cute little girl invites for dinner
All the dead and all the sinners
Lenores waiting!
Lenores waiting!