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why'd you call me here I need to go to bed, I don't owe a debt.
Oops I made a bet a soul was the thread, eyes as red as blood
I see a man beside me and he looks like a professional I don't need a pistol
because gauze doesn't heal bullet wounds he asked me to start
a deal feel like I don't have a hand on the wheel

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