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By the dawn of century past
Through the mist of southern bone
Grew an evil story of Voodoo Dolls

Obsession met no love
Rejection paid with scorn
In return a present for his son

Dare not to look into his eyes
An evil course the doll he hides

Began to disappear
Now you can hear their cries
Once a town of sun
Now fog and blood

They all blame the child
He points back to the doll, Robert did it!
Thus... the deed was done

Dare not to look into his eyes
An evil course the doll he hides

Beware of his face
You may just find yourself
Don’t look at his eyes
Beware of the shadow, an evil course it hides

Dare not to look into his eyes
An evil course the doll he hides

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