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These are Mary's voodoo ways
We would stay in bed for days
In an alligator haze
In her swampy Southern place
She broke me down on Bourbon Street
Curled up at her feet
As Mary flashed the parades
I fixed myself with hurricanes

-"100 Girls" by Stroke 9

Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm livin' for givin' the devil his due

And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you.

I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you.