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Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin |
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The devil dogs and scorpions |
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Peel away and wear my skin |
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Smokeless flame, the common name |
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Less than the angels but more of the same |
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No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim |
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Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane |
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With the wind he disappeared |
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Confirming everything that |
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I fearedThe time passed is shown by the length of his beard |
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Solomon stands, dead on his feet |
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Waiting for termites to resolve his conceit |
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In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease |
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We are not |
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Gods, death comes to us all |
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But tonight |
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I'm invincible, tomorrow |
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I'll crawl |
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In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease |
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The gin in this bottle just don't let him drown |
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Next lesson you swallow, might be hard to keep down |
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Taste the penalty of the blazing fire |
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Taste the penalty, sing with the devil's choir |
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Gin, always the gin, never thick and never thin |
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Thicker than blood, less than kin |
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The rattle trap night ends where it begins |
