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I was born my papa's son A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun Now some of you would live through me Lock me up and throw away the key Or just find a place to hide away Hope that I'll just go away I feel alright – I feel alright tonight I'll bring you precious contraband And ancient tales from distant lands Of conquerors and concubines and Conjurers from darker times Betrayal and conspiracy Letras de cancionesSacrilege and heresy I got every thing you wont or need Your darkest fear, your fondest dream I ask you questions, tell you lies Criticize and sympathize Be careful what you wish for friend Because I've been to hell and now I'm back again From Letras Mania