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There's nothing wrong with the childShe's breaking a feverAnd it scared you when she acted wildLike hell was inside her It's your superstition that's telling you so(Lyndia)Trembling hands bind the witches you chose(Lyndia will take the blame) I don't want it, but I don't want to lie to youLyndia will take the blame They gathered sticks from the woodsand started a fireNot a question of whether they shouldcondemn the outsider Your superstition has made up it's mindTied to the stake is a clean sacrifice I don't want it, but I don't want to lie to youLyndia will take the blame What a wicked placeWhat a wicked placeLetras de cancionesLyndia's to blameWhat a wicked worldWhat a wicked worldLyndia's to blame I don't want it, but I don't want to lie to youLyndia will take the blame From Letras Mania