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There's a howlin' at my window, I hear him closin' in |
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That green-eyed jackal's got the scent, knows I'll let him in |
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He slinks in by me at the fire, more bitter than the cold |
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And it's a rage as old as Hades, that'll sputter on these coals |
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And I'm callin' on the Furies, to let the toast begin |
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I'm roasting on the spit of love again |
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The spit of love again |
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I never have believed you, but I stick around for more |
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Somethin' 'bout that hollow in your eyes, the darkness at the core |
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But it's got me slowly turnin' and I'm basting on the bone |
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Well I'm skewered like some drunken fool in juices all my own |
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Callin' the Furies' carrion choir |
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Singin' me back upon the pyre |
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I'm roasting on that spit of love again |
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Spit of love |
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You call it what you want, but it's lyin' just the same |
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There's no mercy in these ashes baby, when your love's a cryin' shame |
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And they're howlin' in the moonlight baby, they're here to call my bluff |
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They're wonderin' if there'll ever come a day |
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When I'll have finally had enough |
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Well I'm callin' on the Furies to let the toast begin |
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I'm roasting on the spit of love again |
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Roasting on that spit of love |
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Spit of love again, take this baby |