| It was where they found you
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| Where the Devil lost his boots
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| And you put them on And you stepped into
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| Into the middle of the room
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| In your pocket, was no letter
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| For the words you’ll never say
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| No letter that you ever wrote
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| But the word still resonates
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| Music is like a prayer
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| It helps you reach somewhere
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| But when the music played too loud
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| You couldn’t turn it down
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| So that was where they found you
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| Where the Devil lost his boots
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| And you put the Devil’s boots to use
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| And you stepped into the middle of the room
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| Music is like a prayer
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| It helps you reach somewhere
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| But when the music played too loud
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| You couldn’t turn it down
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| In your mind there sang a choir
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| Explainin what you had to do
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| A song to sing, and now you swing
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| In the middle of the room
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| Music is like a prayer
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| It helps you reach somewhere
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| But when the music played too loud
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| You couldn’t turn it down |