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i will not drink the blood of a fool
when the glory of the lord shall shineand blind men to his crimesas the lies that he had promised mewould nail me to his tree
when all the angels in the darkwould brand me with the devil’s marki’d curse and cry with my last breath‘i’ve still a half a bottle left!’
leave me alone, save someone elsei love my sinful, wicked selftake off of me this pit bull’s leas…
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