| This truly is the Devil’s crayon
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| Tracing your shoulder blades aglow like rayon
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| This truly is the Devil’s crayon
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| That all his children can use to draw
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| And we are so many tiny pieces
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| And we are so many tiny pieces
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| This truly is the Devil’s answer
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| Carved from the tongue of this romancer
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| This truly is the Devil’s answer
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| That all his children use to kiss
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| — And we are so many clambering hands
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| — And we are so many clambering hands
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| = The way you say her name I want mine said the same, Devil!
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| = Devil! |
| Devil! |
| Devil!
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| = The way you say her name I want mine said the same. |
| Devil!
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| This truly is the Devil’s shoulder
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| Your arm draped around ten times over
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| This truly is the Devil’s shoulder
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| That all his children will use to throw
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| Their loads, their loads on you
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| To throw their loads on you
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| — And we are so much moulded dough
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| — And we are so much moulded dough
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| — Used to throw their loads on you
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| — Used to throw their loads on you |