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" . . . Satan to must rest in my home." how about too?

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never been one for moderation; and that's the cause for most of my frustration


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i see angels above me, i see demons below me, fighting over heaven.
i loved her more when i was sober.
i don't want a second chance.
love starts with that of a flickerin' cigarette
i swear i could feel your love before i knew your name.

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Maybe if we were some place else or alive in another time,
I like to think then it wouldn't have ended quite the same;
but the tragic part to this comedy is that it was full of shame.


And if only we had met one another less than a decade ago but that's the crime
I guess, I'll never live down the fact I met and lost the girl I see in every dream.


It's just when we finally did meet we were already broken & beaten by this game
because life, man, ya, it's life that gets to you; to everyone; given enough time.
Those places I've seen, the people I've met, the depths I reached, don't quite seem
as if they were really all that, not anymore; and never again will I remain calm.


My heart, you see, is tattered and my soul is torn, my life is ripping at the seam;
and it's due to you I finally found out the reasons why I longed to become so numb,
yet I guess there's no point explaining it anymore, it just leaves me feeling dumb.


If there was a second chance I wouldn't take it, I couldn't rob you of your freedom
from being tied down to a wreck like me; but please just understand there is rhythm
inside of us, like maybe we were made by someone to always feel like a perfect rhyme.


That first day you laid eyes upon me I felt so small and as I laid in your arm
there was nothing I couldn't do, I felt as if I could find refuge from any harm.


Without much of a warning you vanished in the middle of the night, I awoke from
a sleep so alive with vivid nightmares only to discover the horror was yet to come;
because you were no where to be found, I worried then and there what would I become.


So I keep an eye on the cue cards and I do my best to smile as I watch the time,
fore you see I was a simple man before I met you; and now there's no doubt, I am
now a believer of God's existence but alas I know that Satan to must rest in my home. 1 comment


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