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Got you concerned by some unconscious mistake |
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A bit blacker magic for that soul selling sake |
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Kinda caught you cold, a wicked twist on your fate |
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Could call it crucifixion or subdue to create |
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Got you fooled by a mass demand |
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Bragging 'bout fortunes you're about to land |
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And your loudmouth got your conscious sore |
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But it feels so good when you scream for more |
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The Devil stole the beat from the Lord |
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It's time to set things straight |
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Bragging like a brat that you got away |
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You're goin' down and you have to pay |
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Got you counting numbers and talking in tongues |
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Got your name in blood, suck the air from your lungs |
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And they have you playin' such devious games |
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Where no bets are even, the dealer's always the same |
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Now your illusions, they don't seem so grand |
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What you call yours is just second hand |
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Never question what they want from you |
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Just get up and dance when they tell you to |
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The Devil stole the beat from the Lord |
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It's time to set things straight |
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Bragging like a brat that you got away |
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You're goin' down and you have to pay |
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It's hard to smile |
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When you choke on your laughter |
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But the Lord works in mysterious ways |
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Without a hint or a clue |
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Got you fooled by a mass demand |
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Bragging 'bout fortunes you're about to land |
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And your loudmouth got your conscious sore |
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But it feels so good when you scream for more |
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The devil stole the beat from the Lord |
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Do you got what it takes |
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Keep braggin' like a brat that you got away |
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Thought you'd last till the end |
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But you don't have the means, oh no, you don't |
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The Devil stole the beat from the Lord |
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And the melody sway |
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You're goin' down and you have to pay |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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Yeah, you have to pay |