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The Devil Owns A Jukebox

If Hell makes u relive ur Greatest pain repeatedly The pain of Lost Love is what mine would be The Devil keeping only sad love songs on the jukebox Watermelon Sugar is the beginning of his playlist The Devil is a cheeky bastard The silence of the record switching draws her memory Her voice sounding like echoes in a cave Bringing her back into my arms My memory turns it to reality Her soft lips & cold skin vanish from my embrace As the next song begins to play An old black man's blues riff plays like out of the jukebox Drowning the sound of my heart breaking again and again Yet, screams of tortured souls who reside here are heard The Devil tortures my soul with flashing memories of her face Going insane with grief and pain losing her over and over When the next song ends My hell begins again The memory of her on the porch glowing in rays of sunshine Gazing at her neck as she disappears into thin air The needle sets onto the track of the next record Leaving my heart in the last memory The whine of an old steel guitar accompany my sobs Lonesome Blues strums my heart strings for an eternity With no end in sight No comfort is to be found When the Devil owns a jukebox He can play whatever song ur heart desires I will accept my hell Because it is the only place I will ever be with her again Even if it ends after every song.

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