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until i'm almost mad
i must have 'roused the devil's wrath
'cause all my luck is bad
until i'm almost mad
i must have 'roused the devil's wrath
'cause all my luck is bad
i stoked it on and on
when dry wind roused
our hearts unready
i stoked it on and on
when dry wind roused
our hearts unready
black cats creep across my path until i'm almost mad
i must have roused the devil's wrath 'cause all my luck is bad
i make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains
black cats creep across my path until i'm almost mad
i must have roused the devil's wrath 'cause all my luck is bad
i make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains