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place 
Light up the shadows 
Brick by brick the walls come down 
Who can judge your magic love 
So mystically profound 

Blue eyes, I don't want to lose
wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your

Devil and the deep blue sea
of gold

I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
of gold

I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
band of gold.
 
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just
you're up to just the same 
I will listen hard to your tuition 
And you will see it come to its fruition 

I'll be wrapped around your finger 
I'll be
You was a baby like I was once
You was cryin' in the early mornin'
You was born in a stable Lord
Reid Memorial is where I was born

They wrapped you
up to break me down.

[Chorus]

Hey, look over yonder, out in the street,
People laughin' by, walkin' easy.
Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere

Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere

Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
look over yonder out in the street
People laughing by walking way
I ain't no sinner but I ain't no saint
If it's happy you can say I ain't
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere

Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
of gold

I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger

Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
I
of gold

I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger

Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
You was a baby like I was once 
Crying in the early morning 
You was born in a manger Lord 
Reid Memorial is where I was born 
They wrapped You
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are
another man spills

Saint Stephen will remain
All he lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and foam
Been here so long, he's got to callin'
If you'd rather be by the seashore
Well, I sure can understand
Are you too wrapped up in your own scene
I would change things if I can

I'd rather
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
all wrapped up in angel wings?

Superstitions, cruel religion, witch doctor vision, sad long divisions
Please shake on by bad wishes
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
I see you here night after night
All by yourself in the blue neon light
A drink in your hand, a tear on your face
A beautiful woman so out
fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You

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