| Breathing, breathing the air from the dead
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| The stench of his soil
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| The sound of him walking his cane
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| A grey white face painted in a shape of a skull
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| A shadowy Loa, with red eyes
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| So cold in the dark
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| You are my call of the day
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| Praying to open the gate
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| You’ve been fooled by Marie
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| For years we been sealing the deal
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| You, for immortality
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| Hear me, hear me Baron Samedi
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| Get me away from this Loa
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| I’m down on my knees
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| A grey white face painted in a shape of a skull
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| A shadowy Loa, with red eyes
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| So cold in the dark
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| You are my call of the day
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| Praying to open the gate
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| You’ve been fooled by Marie
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| For years we been sealing the deal
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| You, for immortality
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| A grey white face painted in a shape of a skull
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| A shadowy Loa, with red eyes
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| So cold in the dark
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| You are my call of the day
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| Praying to open the gate
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| You’ve been fooled by Marie
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| For years we been sealing the deal
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| Now you called the Baron of Death
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| The crossroad of Loa’s will end
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| We’ll be fighting for what you can’t see
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| Marie’s immortality
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| You, for immortality |