well ill take two shots said the devil to the man. and leave the little book on the bar. the lord knows that the devil he only talk shit. only drinks whiskey from the jar. and his hands were raw. and his eyes were cold. his breathe is pure alcohol. and the sound of his voice, it never got older. we talked and talked, and talked into the night. we
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