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The devil calls

You call crying down the phone
Sat somewhere drinking on you're own
Words ide put in you're mouth
Been chewed up and spat out
Now the devil comes to call
You only go and get the door

Words left written on paper
Scribbled out or read later
Good deeds go unpaid
The foundations ain't broke
They was never laid
So now the devil comes to call
You lead him in through the hall
Written by cheesa
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