| I took a wrong turn of events
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| I made a wrong fork at the situation
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| I took a wrong turn of events
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| I made a wrong fork at the situation
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| I’ve been talking to you in your absence
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| And I’ve advocated quite a turn of events
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| I always knew it would come to this
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| I always knew it would come to this
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| Come back, come back, into his hands
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| His every wish is your command
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| Come back, come back, into Satan’s arms
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| I won’t shield you from evil
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| And I love all your songs!
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| I’ve been talking to you in my absence
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| And your narrow path has made sense of it all
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| I always knew it would come to this
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| I always knew it would come to this
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| I make up what I believe
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| I don’t believe what you believe
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| Come back, come back, to Austin, Texas
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| Satan loves you, and he loves all your songs!
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| You reach through two hundred miles of your own music noise
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| So clear and so quiet
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| Like bells across water
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| Like light in the darkness
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| Come back, come back, into his hands
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| His every wish is your command
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| Come back, come back, into Satan’s arms
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| I can’t shield you from evil
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| But I love all your songs!
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| Oh, Danny boy
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| The old serpent’s calling |