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Mr. Midnight - The Devil Makes Three
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Mr. Midnight The Devil Makes Three

Mr. Midnight - The Devil Makes Three
House is burning, you can't go home
Got no reason to be all alone
Sneaking down the alley like a snake in the grass
To see where you're going, I don't need a looking glass

Well I won't judge you at a distance
We all got our ways to get along
Once the two of you start to dancing
You're gonna dance now till the dance floor's gone

[Chorus]
Now you can't go out, you can't go home
Even in a crowd you feel all alone
Find yourself hiding from the light
You need some money, you got no shame
You're just a pawn running in his game
Mr. Midnight, it's always the same

Too many lies, the web gets so tight
Tangled at an angle that you just can't see right
Heavy loaded, flying low
You say you got it all under control

I know why you go back to him
Though he's such a mean old man
He whispers secrets in your ear, now
His wish is your command
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