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There's no more room in hell.
What?
This is something I grabbed from my pocket.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
There's no more room in hell.
What?
This is something my granddad used to tell us.
You know macombo?
Poodle.
Granddad was a priest in Trinidad.
He used to tell us,
when there's no more room in hell,
the dead will walk here.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
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I'm sorry.
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I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It's night time.
Oh, it's cold and wet.
Yeah, I'm going crazy.
In my little, little hand.
You're riding away.
Open the door.
Hear the back door slam.
There's another man that I want to know.
Is it dry or less to let go?
And I just want to let you know.
And I just want to show you how.
And I just need not to care.
La, la, la, la, la, la, lies.
La, la, la, la, la, lies.
And I want to know.
Is it time to let go?
And I just want to let you know.
And I just need to show you how.
I don't care anymore.
La, la, la, la, la, lies.
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.
