| The coffin varnish, the drink of choice
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| The stages dust, as dancing girls, ply the trade
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| Den of iniquity, ramblers music plays
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| Oak and brass, nude portrait, sings to me
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| Calico queen, do I ride your river of fate
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| Sweet miss Vines, do I leave this well of hell
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| Calice queen, do I rely on what you tell
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| Sweet miss Vines, do you care to die
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| Intruders ears, are about the rail
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| Wretched eyes, away from this place
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| As night falls, away from this place
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| I’ll tell of treasuresm we’ll divide the take
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| Calico queen, who is he, your eyes behold
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| Sweet miss Vines, is my gun all you need
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| Calico queen, meet you at the rippling waters
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| Sweet miss Vines, you the nightingale, sings tonight
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| Stranger as you leave
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| Be forwarned
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| Mine eyes are watching you
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| I prosper in this hole
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| See the gal, she’ll ruin you
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| Think twice, to heed her view
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| Anything you can have
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| You’ll hire to be my hand
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| There’s no future, here in hell
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| I’m Hatchet Jack, from Misery Hill
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| You’ll find fame, fortune too
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| Or a marble orchard view
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| Hatchet Jack, I presume you challenged me
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| Mr Hargrove, now you die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Palace Of Sin , by - These Are They. Song from the album At The Feast Of Seven Funerals, in the genre Метал