She has 20 000 demans
Hanging round her head
20 000 demands
Seem to leave her dead
20 000 demans
All vying to get fed
20 000 demands
To help her get mislead
While all the while
something is nagging
When she finaly gets
her to her bed
Them 20 000 empty hearts
That never have been bled
oNlY ThEm 20 000 EmPtY w0rDs
UvE Ch00$ed 4u2 BeLIeVE INSTEAD
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