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I am the Devil, the Devil I am
And I wait for the coming of
An innocent man

Be he young or be he old
Be his pockets full of gold

Be he happy or rich or wise
Be the ocean as blue as his eyes

I’ll wait for his coming at the midnight hour
I’ll pickle his soul, and turn it sour

For once his innocent heart I see
That innocent man belongs to me.