About Him (Then)

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I distribute misery
So come closer
To me my child
Go take a lottery ticket
I believe
That it will be
The blackest one
Yes, the blackest one

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The bed's already made
So let your body
Rest on
The broken glass
But let not
Your scream
Out of your throat
Give it to me

Out of your blood
I'll build my house
Your tears
Will shine like jewels

I distribute misery
So take a lottery ticket
Don't you want it
I bet
You'll take it

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