Now you see me, now you don't
Go before I am the goat
You get away with murder
Kill me when you're through
Do I have to give up me to be loved by you?

From the smallest taste I use
From the smallest taste I lose
Won't you crush on me?

Pile your dead on top of me
Tape my eyes so I can't see

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