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Why do you keep asking what I had for dinner? Oh, man

Can I hear her? You wanna die?

I don't wanna die

Help me, burn me in fire

Tryin' to live on painted white and

Lorely, Lirely, Lorely, Lie

Girl with sickness, don't you cry

You've got pains but so have I

And I've been traveling all day long

And know exactly just what's wrong

Girl with sickness touch your hands

Think those pains will go away

Try your best to make 'em go

Girl with illness, illness spells

Illness spells are in the room

Bring 'em near and bring 'em close

Did I see you poke your finger through the sheets

Evil feelings disappear

You're bending wheat and bendings bales

Tales of you and me on feet

Because I been wandering walkin' round

Hey me high day, hey the down

Girl you are, you are not dying

Lorely, Lirely, Lorely, Lie

Do I really live on painted white (no,

We're awful, no, we're off that, ssh...)

It only better when you're wired

Girl you are, you are not dying

You'll be better when you're four

I lay on pillow white

Lorely, Lirely, Lorely, Lie