Let me celebrate the melodious times in the world
Adjoined by the many melancholic aftermath
Tear up the dance floor and let your lettuce skirt twirl
Place the bricks down and show me a new path
I feel as though I've lived and lost
No longer being quenched by earthly means
So ask the devil what's his fee cost
And let me live in oblivion till I'm nothing but smithereens
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