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A Devil's Going Down
"Indian give," your hate for me
So I may live my life so free.
Return to sender, every lie,
Go on this bender 'til you're dry.
Now sing the song inside your heart
You, all along, knew how to start.
It goes, like sunday, peacefully,
Full rows of pews who pray for thee.
Your tears, upon my shoulders, bake,
The fears are gone, for heaven's sake.
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