Wishing things would work out at last
With a billow of smoke and the crack of a whip
The devil stood next to me and you
Made us an offer we couldn't refuse
"How would you like to live like kings?
In a palace full of beautiful things
Full of gold and diamonds and rings
Beautiful maidens that sing.
There's only one catch,
You must leave each other be.
Ask if I'm joking, just wait and see"
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