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282 lines
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MegaDeth
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Peace Sells...But Who's Buying?
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Dave Mustaine ----- Vocals, Lead/Rhythm Guitars
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David Ellefson ---- Backup Vocals, Bass Guitars
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Chris Poland ------ Lead/Rhythm Guitars
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Gar Samuelson ----- Drums, Cigarette Burns
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All songs copyright 1986 except "I Ain't Superstitious" copyright 1963.
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.....Wake Up Dead
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I sneak in my own house...it's four in the morning
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I've had too much to drink...said I was out with the boys
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I creep in my bedroom...I slip into bed
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I know if I wake her, I'll wake up...DEAD!
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I wonder, will she find out
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About the other, other lover
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Diana
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Wake up dead (repeat 3)
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.....The Conjuring
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Welcome to our sanguinary sect of worship
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Feel at home in our black conventicle
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As we anathmatise all those who oppose us
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Don't summon the devil
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Don't call the priest
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If you need the strength
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The conjuring...OBEY!!
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Behold! The flames rise from the compass' cardinal points
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Burn the sacred oil and with the ashes you'll anoint.
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Arrange the symbols of the wizard and magician
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Light, the candles place the parchment paper in position
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Between its leaves place the lash from a black cat's eye
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A straw of a broom, fold and burn and centralize
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Don't summon the devil
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Don't call the priest
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If you need the strength, the conjuring...
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I am the devil's advocate, a salesman, if you will -- You know my name
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I met your father years ago, gave him what he'd please -- He called my name
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And you'll do the same
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I'm claiming what is mine by right, it's time to close the deal
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You're bought and sold...bought and sold
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Come join me in my infernal depths, Mephisto's hall of fame
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I've got your soul...I've got your soul
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The comjuring...OBEY!!!
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.....Peace Sells
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Whaddya mean I don't believe in God? I talk to him every day...
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Whaddya mean I don't support your system? I go to court when I have to...
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Whaddya mean I can't get to work on time? Got nothin' better to do...
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Whaddya mean I don't pay my bills...whydaya think I'm BROKE?
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Huh?
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If there's a new way
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I'll be the first in line
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But it better work this time
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Whaddya mean I hurt your feelings? I didn't know ya HAD any feelings...
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Whaddya mean I ain't kind? Just not, YOUR kind...
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Whaddya mean I couldn't be the president, of the United States of America?
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Tell me somethin'...it's still "We...the People", RIGHT?
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If there's a new way
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I'll be the first in line
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But it better work this time
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Can you put a price on peace?
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Peace, peace sells...peace, peace sells...
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Peace sells, but who's buying
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Peace sells, but who's buying
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Peace sells, but who's buying
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Peace sells, but who's buying?
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No.....no no no no
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Peace sells...
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.....Devil's Island
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The light that fills my lonely cell is blocked out by the key
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That locks the door into this hell the place they wanted me
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Time is racing like the wind, execution's near
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Oh Lord I wait for death and yes I have no fear
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Recall that night my every breath and step along the way
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Closed my eyes walking as danger paved the way
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The devil and the darkness let her evil wander free
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And here on Devil's Island, the final stop for me
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Devil's Island...Devil's Island
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Oh there's no escape the sea is full of sharks
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The tide takes you away to smash you on the rocks
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The sun is shining but feel not today
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Its warmth is dying and fading away
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Devil's Island...Devil's Island
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Oh hear the call from the grave beyond
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Oh so pernicious her soul it creates song
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As there is no man that is here upon the earth
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Able to terminate our noisome will since birth
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The priest that reads the sermons, is walking next to me
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To the stake, my last request, to have her burn with me
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But so it did, the heavens opened, rain began to fall
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The final judgment came and was spread before you all...
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Final Judgment
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Old weak and feeble but the lesson taught to me
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To stay away from evil she doesn't care for me
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She haunts me in my sleep although I tore that page away
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And here on Devil's Island, I'll always have to stay
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Devil's Island...Devil's Island
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(repeat)
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...Good Mourning/Black Friday
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Good Mourning.
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Hey I don't feel so good...something's not right...something's coming over me...
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What the fuck is this?
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Killer, intruder, homicidal man
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You see me coming run fast as you can
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A bloodthirsty demon who's stalking the street
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I hack up my victims like pieces of meat
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Bloodthirsty demon...sinister fiend
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Bludgenous slaughters...my evil deeds
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My hammer's a cold piece of blood lethal steel
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I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal
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Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads
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Defiant defilers, you're next to be dead
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I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent
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Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head...yeah!
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Their bodies convulse in agony and pain
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I mangle their faces til no features remain
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A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds
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First take out the organs, then cut off the head
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The remains of their flesh now sop under my feet
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One more bloody massacre, the murder's complete
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I seek to dismember...a sadist fiend
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And bloodbaths are my way of getting clean
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I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill
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I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
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A merciless butcher who lives underground
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I'M OUT TO DESTROY AND I -WILL- CUT YOU DOWN!
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I see you and I'm waiting...for Black Friday
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Killer, intruder, homicidal man
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You see me coming run fast as you can
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A bloodthirsty demon who's stalking the streets
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I hack up my victims like pieces of meat
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I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill
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I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
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A merciless butcher who lives underground
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I'M OUT TO DESTROY AND I -WILL- CUT YOU DOWN!
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It's Black Friday...Paint the devil on the wall
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(repeat)
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.....Bad Omen
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Down fell the stars as they splashed in the sea
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Mi Nomine Baphomet, come dance with me
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Sacrifice the virgins, spiritual rites
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Their masters' time has come, the moon is full tonight
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Drinking, dancing, they worship and toast
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The devil who's watching with demons remote
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Fire, rising, racing in your blood
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Possessed, naive, his service is done
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Bloody Blasphemy
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Sinister's the word as the demons take their fill
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An orgys' taking place human blood will spill
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An act of worship as they conceive the ghouls
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Satan has their souls, they sing pagan tunes
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The ceremony, is sure to be cursed
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They wait for his blessings but down comes the worst
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Their bodies soulless, a corpse from the grave
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Their minds are helpless and noone can save...
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Noone can save them
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.....I Ain't Superstitious
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I ain't superstitious, when a black cat crosses my path
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And I ain't superstitious as I break the looking glass
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Ain't afraid of no demons, don't make me laugh!
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I ain't superstitious, under the ladder I go
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I ain't superstitious, it's all bullshit don't ya know?
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Ain't afraid of the shadows, I like the dark anyway and that's a fact!
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Superstitious
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I ain't superstitious no such thing as bad luck
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I ain't superstitious, I couldn't really give a fuck.
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Take your stupid superstitions,
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And find some other paranoidal, chickenshit, sissy worm and tell it to him
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Superstitious
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.....My Last Words
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My life's on time, but again my sense is late
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Feel a might unsteady, but still I have to play
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Six to one's the odds, we have the highest stakes
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And once again I gamble, with my very life today
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Highly polished metal, the oil makes it gleam
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Fill the terror chamber, now my mind begins to scream
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Your life is like a trigger, never trouble till you're squeezed
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And now you crack a smile, as you give the gun a tease
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Place the pistol down, now give the gun a spin
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Soon as the spinning stops, oh no the game starts in
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A hateful way of vengeance, a bit of playful sin
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Load another bullet, the second round begins
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A couple grains of powder, a couple grams of lead
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A touch against the trigger, a touch inside the head
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Take another drink and raise the last bets
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Think about my last words, they might be what I just said
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A click comes from the hammer, that couldn't drive a nail
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Sense the numbing cold blue, or the red of Hades grill
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A fraction of a second, do you lose or maybe still
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Pass it to left, and collect your mighty kill
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Add another bullet, the third round begins
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Soon as the spinning stops, oh no the game starts in
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Please no IOU's, no markers for death
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Does anybody play...
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Anybody?
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Somebody!
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Anyway...PLAY!
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You (you), next victim...you...next to die
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You (you), next victim...you...next to die
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You (come on), next victim...you...next to die
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You (come on), next victim...you...next to die...........
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You...........
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DIE!
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