| Oh we died on every corner
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| In the days before the flood
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| And we waded in the water
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| Frozen fingers dipped in mud
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| I wrote letters on the back
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| Of every napkin I could burn
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| And you left with no intention of return
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| Oh, we danced down the stairs into hell
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| And the Devil, he threw roses
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| One day I will see you again
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| And the Devil will throw roses
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| And the Devil will throw roses
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| Now a ghost of good intention
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| Can bhave the way it pleass
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| So I watched you in the mirror
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| While you prayed on rusted knees
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| I carved letters in the top
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| Of every table I could burn
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| And I left with no intention of return
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| Oh, we danced down the stairs into hell
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| And the Devil, he threw roses
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| One day I will hold you again
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| And the Devil will throw roses
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| And the Devil will throw roses
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| And the Devil will throw roses
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| He’ll sing a joyful noise
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| He’ll sing a joyful noise
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| He’ll sing a joyful noise
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| The Devil and the joyful noise
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| Oh, we danced down the stairs into hell
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| And the Devil, he threw roses
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| One day I will see you again
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| And the Devil will throw roses
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| And the Devil will throw roses
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| And the Devil will throw roses |