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Black house |
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Black house |
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There's a place, called the black house |
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It's a place I go when my spirits are low |
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I can taste, in the black house |
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Forbidden fruit and though it's evil I know all the people |
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In the black house |
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I can see it in their eyes, there's no need to disguise |
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My thirst, in the black house |
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This whiskey is real and makes me feel like heaven |
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In the black house |
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All the women are angels all the guys are swell |
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And the music, in the black house |
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Oh it soothes my soul like a harp from hellOh black house |
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Oh black house, oh black houseOh the boss |
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Of the black house |
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Is a tall skinny guy in a long black cape |
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And he smiles |
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On the black house |
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With a skeletal grim of his white skull faceRaise my glass, in the black house |
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You can tell me that it's wrong, too much whiskey, too much song |
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Kiss my ass, I'm in the black house |
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This I where I belong, give me whiskey |
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Give me whiskey all night long |
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Give me whiskey all night long |
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Give me whiskey, give me whiskey all night long |
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Give me streams of whiskey all night long |
