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Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry ,cry. That's why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die, die.

Watching me, Wanting me, I can feel you pull me down Fearing you, Loving you, I won't let you pull me down