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I have to spit the devil |
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Who is lying through my throat |
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I have to spit the devil |
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He drinks my brain with a straw |
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He smokes my vocal cords |
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I have a volcano taste under my tongue |
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And I also set fire in the hair of an old lady |
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Standing on the subway |
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She looks like a fire dog and I love it ! |
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I have a tear of poison |
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Under my tongue |
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Flowing under my lashes, on my cheek |
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It burns like an acid made with my jealousy |
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She looks like a fire dog and I love it ! |
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I have to spit the devil |
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(I have to spit the devil) |
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'Cause it devours my confidence in me |
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He drinks it with a straw |
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(I have to spit the devil) |
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He smokes and burn it quiet, |
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lying through my throat |
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My devil my devil... |
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I have to spit the devil, |
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I have to spit the devil |
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My devil my devil |
