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Welcome to my humble place |
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Glad you came |
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Hope you recognize my face |
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And know my name |
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I can teach you how to write |
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And play like hell |
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Or transform you in just |
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On night to Britney |
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There's so much fire in me |
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There's nothing to it for me |
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Just a small |
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Insignificant request |
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Sell you soul |
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And I'll play you awicked melody |
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Sell you soul |
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In return for my evil poetry |
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I'll write the perfect song |
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But I need something |
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From you of course |
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Sell me your soul and it's yours |
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If you wanna rock the world |
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Just singn here |
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You can be bigger you see |
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Than anybody but me |
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Just a small |
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Diabalical demand |
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Sell your soul |
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And I'll play you awicked melody |
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Sell you soul |
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In return for some evil poetry |
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I'll write the perfect song |
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But I need something from you ofcourse |
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Sell me your soul tonight |
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I need you |
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And you need me |
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Sell your soul |
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And I'll play you awicked melody |
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Sell you soul |
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In return for some evil poetry |
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I'll write the perfect song |
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But I need something from you ofcourse |
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Sell me your soul and it's yours |
