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In the middle of the night he knocks on your door And asks what you fancy He knows things that are bought can not bring happiness So he'll give you a discount But only because he knows his trinkets will bring bitterness and greed And that soon, you will ask for more And when you do He will give you what you wish For a price of course Again and Again But your money will soon evaporate So you will sign an IOU Sadly, you miss the small print The most important print of all 1 soul , it reads But it is too late The ground opens beneath you And that's when you notice the horns Peaking from the tips of his hair
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 2:18 PM UTC
The Devil Is A Traveling Salesman
In the middle of the night he knocks on your door And asks what you fancy He knows things that are bought can not bring happiness So he'll give you a discount But only because he knows his trinkets will bring bitterness and greed And that soon, you will ask for more And when you do He will give you what you wish For a price of course Again and Again But your money will soon evaporate So you will sign an IOU Sadly, you miss the small print The most important print of all 1 soul , it reads But it is too late The ground opens beneath you And that's when you notice the horns Peaking from the tips of his hair
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 2:18 PM UTC
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