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"I must be the devil's daughter
What a dark father to dwell in me
I must be the devil's daughter
Such a dark father to dwell in me
Bastard child that I am
You can see it in my swagger
In the palmist's lines of my hands
And my lips that bud like daggers
Look out young son
Look out young son
Look out young son
When I bloom you come a-crawlin'
Look
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