[ for marcie ]

devil, devil

how quickly they do sell their souls

for the feast and the promise of gold

but devil, that won't be me

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and i, i know how to make the devil cry

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i walk the plank, not a tear in my eye

i won't go down, your blushing bride

under the water i'll be sharpening my knife

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sunset high and our bodies low

blood rush in the hazy glow

my hands, your bones

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right now, i’m almost at paradise

i’m here, i’m yours

you and i, another paradise