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He's the tear in your eye, been tempted by his lie
He's the knife in your back, he's rage
He's the razor to the knife, Oh lonely is our lives
My heads spinnin' round and round
But in seasons of wither we'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and
Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout at the Devil
Shout, Shout, Shout
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