The doctor and the devil came
Lie ...from yesterday
Inside a barren cold dark room
No Anabella soup
...Jericho, no shield of blocks ...
A lock upon my door, strike up your matches
In a ... train, on the room...
In the city sway, strike up your matches, strike up your matches
You know it's been some time, since she's left the bed
She's harder tell the lord, she sees the light ahead
The streets are covered snow, her carriage rolls along
I light the candles and, strike up your matches
In a ... train, on the room...
In the city sway, strike up your matches, strike up your matches X 4

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