It was a hot night in heaven
On a cold day in hell
When I told you the secret
You promised never to tell
Oh, I could bust you to pieces
I could pick you apart
I could slip through your ribcage
I could slice through your heart
If you were all the oceans
If you were all the seas
You'd only be a drop in the desert
You'd rise to my knees and recede
I've been strolling down the street
And I've been hearing I've been hearing people talking
I've been strolling down the street
And I've been hearing I've been hearing people talking
I've been strolling down the street
It was a hot night in heaven
On a cold day in hell
When I told you the secret
You promised never to tell
It was me in your doorway
I was haunting your halls
It was me on the ceiling
I was the paint on your walls

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