Careful what you wish for
Such is the mental power
You never know the truth
Before the final hour

I wished a wish for christmas
And the wish I wished came true
I got a brand new pony
A white starred baby blue

But then I wished for hatred
I wished that I would live
And to all my sworn enemies
The deathwish I could give

Now theres blood on my hands
And now I run away
And I do not wish to remember
The things I did this day.

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