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| GIFT FROM THE DEVIL Some say I bought her, some say I sold her. Some say I saved her from drowning in the water. Some say she was waiting, hidden up on a shelf. Sent to me in a package deal by the red man himself. A gift from the Devil to get the job done, with a hidden note that read "Killing you will be fun!" But, the gift was broken by a second son and sent back to the Devil in the bullet of a gun. Some say that a demon had a lesson to learn. Some say she was schooled on that shelf to burn. I say that the Devil plays a game he can't win, sending me a dusty demon who could never be my friend. Copyrighted 1995 |
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| THE LONG WAY HOME I walk on cracked sidewalks down a dirty street where dark minds of evil walk slow. The black night has a shade drawn on the moon taking away all of it's glow. My footsteps are quick doing the Oriental walk, the pace of my fears taking me home. As I walk on cracked sidewalks down a dirty street the dark minds of evil walk slow. And it's a long way home past dark shadows that are cast on the darkness of the night. It's a long way home where cages rattle barring the demons from the light. But soon I'll reach the home fires and shed the chill in my bones with the warmth of familiar faces but for now, it's a long way home. Copyrighted 1996 |
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| ON THE WIND You can't cut my wings 'cause I'm flying too high. No, you can't cut my wings and try to change my life. If I'm flying too high, it's just one of those things. I always land on my feet and you can't cut my wings. Some days I catch the wind and I fly so high. Some days I'm with my friends, as we soar through the sky Some days I hit the ground and I wonder why I don't catch the wind and spread my wings to fly. Spread my wings to fly. Copyrighted 1996 |
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