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A weary man with haunted eyes,showed up at my door last nightHe said he was a friend of mine,his face had changed since he'd done his time.I let him in for a little while,After a drink he began to smile,and laughed and said 'The world's his prison cellSomewhere between Heaven and HellSomewhere between Heaven and Hell.Waiting for the day to comeThe wind howled and began to moan,the lamp flickered and the house groaned.The pressure changed, my hands grew coldas I remembered the story the locals toldAbout a man who will visit you,with haunted eyes to collect his dueHe was a tax-collector like Matthew,and if he comes he comes for you.And if he comes he comes for you.This is a holy placeI slowly tried to excuse myselfwent for the keys on the back bookshelfLetras de cancionesAnd when I went to turn around,he was standing there holding my keys in his hand.He said "You think you can get away? Don't you know this is judgement day?"And I said "I won't except that fate" and I had no time to hesitateI had no time to hesitateThis is a holy placeAnd if he comes, he comes for you,And if he comes, he comes for youAnd if he comes, he comes for you From Letras Mania