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Shoulder

I have a demon up on my shoulder, And as I get older, My dreams get darker. I used to have a saint on my shoulder, He said he was sorry, He has the way but my head is stubborn. Want to sell my soul, But it ain't worth *****to no one.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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