| It was a cold night in December
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| With a strange rain falling down
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| And I was helpless, I was lonesome
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| And crazy
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| And looking for a way out
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| That’s when The Devil came to me
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| And I fell into his arms
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| This is as much as I remember
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| When he gently spoke to me
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| I was such a wasted number
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| Like a dead one in a dream
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| The night The Devil came to me
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| And I fell into his arms
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| Let the streets I’m walking on fill up with shadows
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| I would wear this heart
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| With an open wound
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| And I would walk upon the earth
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| With no hope or sorrow / Alone…
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| By the last day of December
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| There was nothing left of me
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| Just a pale looking shadow
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| Of the man I used to be
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| The night The Devil came to me
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| And I fell into his arms
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| Let the streets I’m walking on fill up with shadows
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| I would wear this heart
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| With an open wound
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| I would walk upon the earth
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| With no hope or sorrow
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| Alone… |