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Call a henchman, we
The town monster will get what he deserves.
I was gold.
There
Who will collect the price on my head?
Spill the wine, spill the blood
The crowd begs for more.
This is not a social gathering.
This is a blood thirsty lynch mob.
Bury my casket.
Let me down slow.
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