| Well, the devil rode a pack roast to Baltimore
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| With his hands on hips, tied the stain of sin as he shuffled up from door to
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| door
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| Shined up his shoes, combed back his hair, drove into the silence like an
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| engineer
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| Eyes half open, no hurry to his face, nothing on the market but his angel face
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| Ah, the devil sat his night a helifax
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| And he hid some bones beneath the graveyard stones,
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| He hid his payments by the railroad track
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| He sank in the ocean 'till he swan like a dog
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| Floatin' up to harbor on a hollow log
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| Hand on the bottle, head on the floor, dreamed a devils dream while he
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| swallowed more
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| But hes just the devil, hes just the devil
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| You wanna let the devil in
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| Now the devil laid a black egg and when it gave,
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| another broken seed, another mouth to feed, a little fox
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| started to incubate
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| Lying in the bedroom, hand in your hair, perfect sense of emptiness for us to
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| share
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| Moon like a splinter and the hail on the ground, I sent 'em off a thank you as
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| the rain came down
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| Well, hes just the devil, hes just the devil
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| I wanna let the devil in
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| Yeah, hes just the devil, hes just the devil
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| I wanna let the devil win |