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Under the night gown
And over the skin
Turn all the lights out
And let us begin
Gather this fallen
Bird to your breast
She ll sing you a song
If you take her to bed
Oooh, the Devil s Trade
Freedom for a taste
The apple had the price of a snake
And I will pay
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As soft as a door mouse
Untangle our limbs
A kiss on the knee
And now you re, gone with the wind
Everything s different
And I don t belong
I m cold as a kitchen
In the breaking of dawn
And though it hurts
To breath
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I die before I d leave
Oooh, the Devil s Trade
Freedom for a taste
The apple had the price of a snake
And I will pay