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Saturday Night A demon's got her, gotta' remember, this is not my friend. Possessed by some evil, she knows not what she does. Pandora's bottle; releasing addiction and madness can make her so cruel. So exorcise the demons, lying passed out on the floor. Until next Saturday night, craving the demon evermore. |
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