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There he lay cold and at bay She wonders if is suit will decay What will he dream underground Maybe that the world will finally hear her Sound Crooked mirrors on apartment wall Resting in the corner a curtain call A scented candle fell to hell And when it hit the ground it didn't make a Sound There he lay cold and at bay She wonders if his suit will decay What will he wish underground Maybe that the world will finally hear her Sound And if God is seven And if God is seven And if God is seven Then that means the Devil is six