Got you concerned by some unconcious mistake
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A bit blacker magic for that soulselling sake
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Kinda caught you cold - a wicked twist on your fate
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Could call it crucifixion or subdue to create
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Got you fooled by a mass demand
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Bragging 'bout fortunes you're about to land
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And your loudmouth got your conscious sore
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But it feels so good when you scream for more
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The devil stole the beat from the Lord
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It's time to set things straight
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Bragging like a brat
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That you got away
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You're goin' down and you have to pay
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Got you counting numbers and talking in tounges
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Got your name in blood suck the air from your lungs
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And they have you playin' such devious games
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Where no bets are even - the dealer's always the same
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Now your illusions they don't seem so grand
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What you call yours is just second hand
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Never question what they want from you
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Just get up and dance when they tell you to
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It's hard to smile
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When you choke on your laughter
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But the Lord works in mysterious ways
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Without a hint or a clue
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The devil stole the beat from the Lord
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Do you got what it takes
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Keep braggin' like a brat
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That you got away
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Thought you'd last 'til the end
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But you don't have the means
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The devil stole the beat from the Lord
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And the melody sway
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You're goin' down and you have to pay
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The Devil Stole The Beat From The Lord
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| Hellacopters |
