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Where is the witch inside you?
I don't believe it's died yet.
I think it's living, like witches do,
Hidden, oppressed, disguised as
Something with more social status
But you've done it good. It's hidden well.
I can't even see the light in your eyes any more.
Maybe it's still alive, dear,
But perhaps you're beyond salvation
Maybe it's like a baby bird,
Fallen and injured and dying slowly
And dragging it out is torture.
You have abandoned me, but
You have abandoned yourself.
I will go on, like witches do.
I'm gonna live and know I'm alive,
Though I'm hurt, sad, and lonely,
I will go on.
I will go on.
I will go on.
Like witches do.
Where is the witch inside you?
Let it come out and play, love.
One final spell, for old time's sake.
One final spell so this spell can break.
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