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I got a message for the acolytes, |
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I am your man in a bloody fight |
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I got a thirst for liquid gold, |
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I'll bludgeon 'til the body's cold |
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The stony hiss of cockatrice has cast us into serfdom |
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I close my eyes and spur |
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Imelda down the mountainside, for a liberated |
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Spectrum!I took |
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No-Face by the beak, and broke his jaw, he'll never speak again |
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I took No- |
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Face by the beak, and broke his jaw, he'll never speak again |
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My every move is guided by the bidding of the singer |
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The night is split by the whistle of my amber whip, and the fire from my fingers! |
