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I shot the devil in the back |
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He follows me follows me everywhere I run |
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A dark cloud over my heavy head |
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You can hear his footsteps in the silence of the night |
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His dark and vile presence |
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I can feel him as he creeps through the shadows |
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His putrid stench can only be smelled by those haunted |
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He sometimes whispers in my ear |
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I feel him picking at my brain |
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He's always picking at my brain! |
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I shot the devil in the back |
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He follows me follows me everywhere I run |
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A dark cloud over my heavy head |
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It's such a dark cloud |
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He will not leave without you |
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You live your life out in torture |
