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No sign, from the devil that sent me a postcard. I hope he's busy, 'cause I don't have time with him. You son of a bitch! I hope you die soon, my closest friend. This is a blues about the devil who's walking in my shoes. I hope he stumbles and stumbles and breakes his bones. (The way he plays) I hope he stumbles and stumbles and breakes his bones. You son of a bitch! I hope you die soon, my closest friend. My closest friend. My closest friend. Nesrin Sen << |