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A gentleman comes calling |
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She says "Leave him at the door |
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Let's dark out the world |
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And lay our cards down on the floor." |
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The cups are overflowing |
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And the crowns are set with sin |
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But the game is in her favor |
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Cause her deck is stacked to win |
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You can't fight forever |
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She'll throw you down be warned |
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And your will catches fire |
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When she takes you in her arms |
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Her open invitations |
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Ring bells inside your head |
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You'll reach for her unconscious |
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Of all the hell you'll catch instead |
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She'll take all that you give her |
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Till theres nothing left to mourn |
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Cause she's the crow that flies away at dawn |
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To shelter in the devil's horns |
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In order to forget her |
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You trade the pain for war |
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Till it doesn't even matter |
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What it is you're fighting for |
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She gave you what she promised |
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And that's nothing at all |
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All her suitors smile grimly |
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Pacing down her empty halls |
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Her house becomes a graveyard |
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With cards to mark your tombs |
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The broken looms weave empty rooms |
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That smell like ghosts and shallow wounds |
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You paid her price, remember |
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Then you let her lock the door |
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Now there is nothing you can do |
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But wring your hands |
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And count the score |