From the album Dark Songs - Vol. II

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Morella (Andrea Wittgens, Corinne Lee, Fred Young)

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Lyrics

Once was a lady Morella (first born, last breath)
Skin like a porcelain doll (first born, last breath)
Songs from her lips drive a man to the tip top
Teeter on the edge of her magic breath

He marries the songbird Morella (first born, last breath)
A union of syrup gone sour (first born, last breath)
She bends him in spells with tonic she sells
As romances but these trances are just murderous advances

Morella, you will have the last laugh
Tick tock, your voice it never stops
Morella, from the lips of a babe
You call me
Call me

You’re looking for your luster, Morella (first born, last breath)
Laughing from your deathbed you say
“You hate me in life but you’ll love me in death”
What a curious crumb from your last breath

Morella, you will have the last laugh
Tick tock, your voice it never stops
Morella, from the lips of a babe
You call me
Call me

Left me a daughter peculiar
Sings with the tongue of her mother
Child with no name ‘til the baptism day
In the ear of the priest returns the deceased

Morella, you will have the last laugh
Tick tock, your voice it never stops
Morella, from the lips of a babe
You call me
Call me

Morella, you will have the last laugh
Tick tock, your voice it never stops
Morella, from the lips of a babe
You call me
Call me
You call me
Call me
You call me
Call me

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