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Tekster: Alice Cooper. Alice Cooper Goes To Hell. Didn't We Meet.

Pardon me, but you see
I've seen that face before
I know those eyes, unearthly wise
I feel it more and more

To look at you, deja vu
Chills me to the core

They say that you are the king of this whole damn thing
But that only confused me
They say I don't stand a ghost for a chance with my host
And it frankly amused me

So let's drink a few
Here's looking at you, I swear
Didn't we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?
Didn't we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?

Gradually I can see
Things are getting clear
That ancient face satanic grace
This sudden rush of fear

They say that you are the king of this whole damn thing
Now they got me believin'
They said I don't stand a ghost for a chance with my host
So I better be leaving

So let's drink a few
'Cause looking at you, I swear
Didn't we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?

Here I am, the door's been slammed
They're gonna roast my hide
And make me bleed 'til I plead
For you to let me die

They say that you are the king of this whole damn thing
Now they got me believin'
They said I don't stand a ghost for a chance with my host
God, I wish I were leaving

So let's drink a few
'Cause looking at you, I swear
Didn't we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?
Didn't we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?

Didn't we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?
Didn't we meet in the night in my sleep?
Didn't we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?