| Didn’t we have a devil of a time?
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| Didn’t we have a devil of a time?
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| A stranger stumbled into town
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| He talked of turning tables 'round
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| Didn’t we have a devil of a time?
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| Shot and slam the glasses upside down
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| Shot and slam the glasses upside down
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| I was the last one to take a mask
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| But the first one to strike a match
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| Shot and slam the glasses upside down
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| I did not paint a face on the sleeping guard
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| I did not paint a face on the sleeping guard
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| A conviction sleeps when the sun goes down
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| So copper try and catch me now
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| I did not paint a face on the sleeping guard
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| Well the silent sirens wait in the alleyways
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| Well the silent sirens wait in the alleyways
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| 'Till the stone on board is cracked in two
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| We can spin the red and blue
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| Silent sirens wait in the alleyways
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| The alleyways, oh the alleyways
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| For the moon is under water
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| For the carnival canals
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| I gotta' rattle fragile waters
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| For what’s a city, with no underground?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah’s
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| No underground
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| To wander through a Venetian maze
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| When the devil mocks the streets of New Orleans
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| But the Devil’s Brew I drank tonight
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| Tomorrow have me exorcised
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| I tighten up my necktie once again
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| Rahahahahah
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| Crown me the merry lord of this rule
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| With a cracked mask, late hangover, and a ragged suit
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| Well I curb sided, I crept from sleep
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| Some stranger left behind his reeds
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| Crown me the merry lord of this road
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| Hey hey, for the moon is under water
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| On the carnival canals
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| I gotta' rattle fragile waters
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| For what’s a city with no underground?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah’s
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| No underground
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| Didn’t we have a devil of a time?
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| Didn’t we have a devil of a time?
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| They say who’s this drunkard stumbling down?
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| With rags upon that shorted brow
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| Didn’t we have a devil of a time?
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| Of a time?
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| Of a time? |