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Come Listen;
To a story I'll tell
"Bout having
One foot on Earth
And the other in Hell
Its about a prediction
That was made about me
An Omen you'll note
Of what's meant to be
"He's born for the fires"
The teller told all
"And if Heaven
Is kind I"ll be there
At his fall"
He'll roast in Hell
For the Life
He will lead
A Rake and Scamp
Yes even a Thief
He'll not steal
Jewels or Money
Or gold, it's Hearts
He'll go after, possess
And then bolt.
It's the Lassies he'll
Chase to woo and forget
Leaving Hearts broken
With little regret.
Well I'm sorry to say
The prediction was right
But the tables were turned
And I suffered my plight
The Lass I did Marry
She stole my Heart
Only to leave and
Tear it apart.
So if it is true and
For Hell I am bound
Let's hope there's a
Cool corner Where
I will be found.
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RAKE
