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Appointment with the Devil
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Chances are, its going to burn you bad.
Staring at the ceiling, painting dollars in your head
Can you move your limbs and actually make it happen before you're dead?
Turning tables, now the blame's on you
A deal with the devil, now your head is the price.
Call your gods, let them intercede for you
I like company, its pretty much a game for two
Dust your jacket, put on your finest piece of cloth.
Dont want to look shabby when you're invited for a dinner with that dude.
Deal the cards, let the money roll in,
You were a dead man, even before you were born.
Rattle your chains, let the noise be heard
This game is mine, I tell you all the rules.
This was so random
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