| I have to spit the devil
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| Who is lying through my throat
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| I have to spit the devil
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| He drinks my brain with a straw
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| He smokes my vocal cords
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| I have a volcano taste under my tongue
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| And I also set fire in the hair of an old lady
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| Standing on the subway
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| She looks like a fire dog and I love it !
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| I have a tear of poison
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| Under my tongue
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| Flowing under my lashes, on my cheek
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| It burns like an acid made with my jealousy
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| She looks like a fire dog and I love it !
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| I have to spit the devil
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| (I have to spit the devil)
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| 'Cause it devours my confidence in me
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| He drinks it with a straw
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| (I have to spit the devil)
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| He smokes and burn it quiet
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| Lying through my throat
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| My devil my devil…
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| I have to spit the devil
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| I have to spit the devil
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| My devil my devil |