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I tied the devil to the tracks (can you hear the train coming?).
I served him papers with a seal from the governor.
The spoiler throwing voices, the vapors that they built this city on.
But he don't write much for me anymore.
When we keep hell in our hearts, we make no excuse for our genius.
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