| Listen, dear, I am drunk
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| I am tired of your tales
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| I always wanted leave this junk
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| You known my passion to the games
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| Money was lost and car’s not hedged
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| I do love play games of chance
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| And you are whore with me engaged
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| Now will see my soul at glance
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| Doorbell rings, you hear, my dear?
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| Come and ask then «who is there?»
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| Guests, my guests are nearly here
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| They’ve arrived to bring nightmare
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| I am drunk, you piss me off!
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| Shut your pretty fritted mouth
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| Wait it won’t last for long
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| Guests will tear your blooming gown
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| You’re the only worth of mine
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| Don’t be shy, my poor thing,
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| The blood is precious, pure vine
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| Though we all will rot and stink
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| Doorbell rings, you hear, my dear?
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| Come and ask then «who is there?»
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| Guests, my guests are nearly here
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| They’ve arrived to bring nightmare
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| I have lost, my mockingbird,
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| And this is price for me to loose
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| Relax and think that it’s reward
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| For whore like you that they will choose
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| Say no more
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| Your dead eyes
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| Look at me
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| Ah! |
| Guests have
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| Stopped your core
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| And in this way you’re pleasing me!
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| Doorbell rings, you hear, my dear?
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| Come and ask then «who is there?»
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| Guests, my guests are nearly here
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| They’ve arrived to bring nightmare
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| Watch me crashing burning chest
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| I’m crying psycho in the night
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| All bats are leaving their nest
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| I will borrow devil’s might
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| Go to hell
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| With me and
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| Tell them how it feels of being
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| Killed and teared on parts
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| By cruel demon’s will |